Untitled (sadness part whatever).
The difference between crushing sadness and a pervasive sense of being overwhelmed is that when you’re raising children, there’s no luxury of relaxing into it;
of settling back and embracing it for a bit before forging ahead. There’s no calm assessment and re-centering. At least in a period of focused deep thought.
You just keep going.
In a direction. And treat yourself to watching airplanes circle the city at midnight and wonder where they’re all going, or coming from. Soundtracked with blistering and beautiful Moby & the Void Pacific Choir on headphones at max volume.
So I’ve heard.