Really Good, Actually

by Monica Heisey

‘I’m angry that my threshold for discomfort is so low. Like I can function totally normally as long as there is no uncertainty in my life, but if I’m waiting to learn the outcome of something, the entire day is fucked.’

told her I cared about doing the right thing in a very general, almost abstract sense, but I did not have any meaningful ideas about next steps.

the utter hassle and enormous privilege of deciding what I wanted to do with my life, my weekends, my heart.

I would feel one way for a while, and then I would feel another way, and it would never be forever, because nothing is.