Sometimes things are that way. They come so slowly and then all at once. Dense and heavy and unrelenting.
Surrounded by people I love who come from all directions and every different corner of my life. Not being sure which is most me or if that matters or why I just love and hold all these people at once.
Feeling like I should feel more important than I do and wondering what I could mean to people.
Being unsatisfied with my own work, doubting what any of it could be worth.
Seeing who I was four years ago and who I am now. Wondering where I fit in to my own life.
Not being sure that I do.