Things come together...

...and things fall apart. I am making progress in my life. I really am.

So, why does it feel like as things begin to make sense and work out, things that were making sense to begin with seem shaky and kind of risky.

What am I doing, really? Can I really afford what I've put myself up to?

It's ok. I'm fine.

I'll be fine.

ps--still no new glasses and my eyes are getting anxious.

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