sometimes it feels like everyone else got a copy of the script and i didn’t. they’re out there hitting milestones like checkpoints in a game — new jobs, marriages, babies, houses — and i’m still on level one, staring at the tutorial screen wondering what button i’m supposed to press.
i keep telling myself life isn’t a race, but the truth is… it feels like it is. and i’m not just losing. i’m not even on the track.











