S o much going on, so little time. Lately it feels like everything is moving at once, and I’m just trying to keep up with it. For now, it’s going to be work and sleep. Not much room for anything else, not even myself. There’s a lot shifting right now. Some of it good, some of it not. All of it heavy. And if I’m being real, I don’t fully know where I stand in the middle of it… in the eye of the storm. The mission is still in progress. I’ll try to create updates when the time is right… on the assignment, the flower mission, whatever you want to call it. It’s still moving, just not in a way that needs to be rushed or forced. Mother’s Day is coming up, and I already know that one’s going to hit me hard. Some things don’t get easie...

Y ou don’t get to shape your days. You just kind of get an idea of what they might look like. Mine was very different than what I expected. And right now, here is one of those things happening. I’m on the causeway between the Harbor Bridge and Portland, and I’m just noticing my fuel light is on.  I'm running on E also, kind of like my tank. Yeah… let’s hope I make it home. When I woke up this morning, it was about an hour before I actually had to get up. I was parched. Definitely cold. I had to turn down my AC. But there was still an ache in me. That doesn’t seem to go away. I carry it. Maybe that’s the one constant. I even wrote a song recently that I’m going to be releasing under my dark pop project. It’s related to this exact feeling. So I woke up… actually, no—I take that back. I woke up and thought, what the hell am I doing up? I still have time. So I went back to sleep. Then the alarm started going off. Snoozed it. Went off again. Snoozed it again. T...