Unpaid Bill

It’s hard to know what the right decision is when it feels like every path leads to a cliff, but not necessarily all high ones; some are high enough to kill you, some aren’t, and some are just high enough to leave you feeling like death if you were to take the dive (presumably). Maybe I just never paid enough attention to the hypothetical “mile markers”.

I feel like I’ve taken that plunge so many times without even knowing how high up it is—-and I’ve gotten lucky often enough—but it’s starting to feel like those plunges are numbered, and it’s starting to feel like it might not be worth the climb back up.

Even base camp seems to be on shaky ground at best lately.

What feels the worst though was finally not feeling alone in everything—two times.