I don’t believe in the myth of having it all together. Life is hard and uncertain and inconsistent and unfair. And there are moments of peace and calm, but mostly it’s chaos. And the idea that there is some fictitious moment where I’ll look at my life and think “ah I finally figured it out” is not satisfying to me. Because I don’t want to wait until that moment comes for me to enjoy life. I may never have it all together. I may never figure it out. I may never be as successful as I want to be or have all the things that I want or desire. But I can be happy and grateful. Right now. With what I have now.













