It’s okay to admit that you are tired…..or so they say. I don’t think that is the case for me or I would have said it long ago.

For longer than I care to admit I’ve been living a life where one thing doesn’t land correctly and the entire pyramid collapses. While collapse is imminent, it feels like it is. More than recently.

As I pack I think of every memory behind every item and some of them are not pleasant. Some of them are ugly in ways I haven’t revisited in literally years. The song won’t connect to how I am feeling to most of you, but that is okay. Believe it or not I still write this thing for me.

I tried to cut my nails today and for the first time I can remember it didn’t work. It’s like the other things I’ve noticed in 2026 who I am is not who I used to be, and I haven’t yet figured out if that is a good or a bad thing. I wish I knew because then I could make alterations. Right now I am stuck. I am way too thick to be stuck