Constantly lost without the struggle. For once, things are going well. I love both jobs. My schedule is working out nicely. But I feel lost. I feel like I have no aim, no goal, no purpose. Without struggle, without pain, I feel like I am crawling nowhere. Like I am still in the dirt.
M has plenty of struggles that are bringing me comfort. Effing weird, right? His struggles are bringing him to a dark place and I wish that I could help – but these are developmental struggles that he has to figure out on his own. I am concerned about him, though.