We’re all just trying our best

ID: tire tracks through light, patchy snow on a tarmac road, the photo feels kinda sad for some reason (photo authors own)

It’s 10pm in a pandemic, and we’re all just trying our best.

When you get to your *cough* late 20s *cough* it feels like everybody you know is having babies and weddings and congratulatory house purchase postings, and it feels like an outer body experience to watch your former peers hit stages of life that you’re still miles away from. It feels like failure to not be booed up with a puppy and a Victorian…