Another One of Those Weeks

Lord, what I wouldn’t give for just a few weeks of mundane problems. The kind of “everyday annoyances” that don’t feel like they’re going to change the entire course of your life.

I try to keep perspective. I look at the world and see people suffering in ways I can’t even imagine, and compared to that, my problems feel so small. But like Ally McBeal said to Georgia when she asked Ally what made her problems bigger than anyone else’s: well, because they’re mine.

This week has been a lot. Someone stole some of my copyrighted content. The contract I was counting on got pushed back again. I may have to find a new apartment. And I just found out my visa expires earlier than I thought. On top of that, the financial foundation I thought I had here turned out to be shakier than I expected. Promises didn’t come through, plans fell through, and suddenly I was standing on quicksand instead of solid ground.

And when you’re living alone, there’s no buffer. Every meal you cook, you also clean up. Every time you’re sick or hurt, you’re the nurse and the patient. You keep the cats fed, the house managed, the bills in the air, and somehow try to build a future. It’s a lot, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel low.

But today, I did what I could. Some client content. Looked at my resume. Started gathering my scattered portfolio. And tonight, for self-care, I’m making a giant pot of chicken vegetable soup — my absolute favorite. Part of it for tonight, the rest for the freezer. Future me will thank me on the next heavy day.

That’s all I’ve got. No grand lesson, no polished wrap-up. Just the truth: some days are heavy. And all we can do is all we can do.

The winter sunrises are my favorite. Can’t wait for this weather to finally break and summer to be over so my little town can get back to normal.