Everything is an emergency. My horizon for thinking of the future is rarely farther than next week.
I’m tired all the time. Sometimes my phone wakes me up at 10pm. To remind me to go to bed.
I am always failing at some phase of my life. Parenthood. Work. Relationships. Something is always being dropped.
My priority is my boys. As a single father, this clarity helps.
When they are with me, they are relentless. They annoy me. They bicker. They exhaust. It overwhelms.
When they are with their mom, the depth of how much I miss them is vast. It overwhelms.
There are flashes of joy. But mostly it is a slog.
I hope we remember the joy.