Now.
Daring to peer into the glazed and rippled reflection pool of the foreseeable future, everything feels so uncertain.
Still walking on that long and creaky, unstable bridge between the two very different worlds of “young adulthood” and “real adulthood.” Not fearing a fall from the bridge so much as worrying that when my feet reach the other side, they will unprepared for what they find. Simply not being ready: financially, mentally, emotionally.
Looking up to heaven, gazing into the sky that has changed its wardrobe every day as long as this earth has turned. Pleading with God.
