I’m trying something new.
I’m trying on a new hat and it’s scary.
All the reassurances (and don’t worry, they’re dosed daily) don’t dissuade me that I’m going to be unceremoniously cut at any moment.
My grandmother asked me how it was going.
Are you doing well? Are you happy?
I couldn’t really answer here. That’s not really a valid question at the moment. Right now I’m just Not Overwhelmingly Disappointing. And more than Happy that’s what I care about right now. Happy can be folded in next like the chocolate chips in a cookie, it’s just not their time yet.
All things in due time.