Life is complicated. What I’ve always wanted life to be is… simple? Simpler, anyway.
I’m not talking about the kind of simplicity that comes from giving away half the furniture and painting the walls white, or sitting around on an empty beach all day, though that doesn’t sound so bad.
I just mean I’ve always wanted to feel like I had it all together, like I was qualified to be a person. But no. Life has always been complicated, and most of the time I was pretty sure I was doing it wrong.