So I’ve had a series of “when this is over” (where “this being over"= "theatres reopening where I lived a year ago before covid tanked my life") possibilities present themselves to me in the sort of way that I would have taken for a clear sign from the universe up until the year 2020 but that I am now incapable of regarding with anything more enthusiastic than “well maybe if everything falls into place"
Basically I love the whole thing and am sure it’s really what I want and also I am not capable of committing myself 100% to ANYTHING anymore which is ridiculous for me. Maybe by the time I get my second vax dose in August I’ll be able to make decisions based on what I want rather than "ugh must survive take the only option and try to spin it like a decision that I’m excited for even to myself". I live in hope.










