Election Day 2024 is about two weeks away now and it feels like counting down the days to the next world-changing event I’ll experience in my lifetime. I’m just so accustomed to things going sideways that I expect that no matter who wins there will be fallout and I’ll get to watch people be their absolute worst until it settles down.

It is my latest ready-made excuse to sit and wait for something to happen, and paired with the necessity for relaxation caused by fractured ribs, I feel useless. This feeling extends to my creative work and strangles the motivation from me and I just want the time to be past so I can know the world I’ll live in for the next few years.

I don’t love feeling this way but it’s where I’m at and there’s no sense in trying to pretend I’m anything I’m not. I’m not alright but that’s alright.