Scrambling

So my car is done. Not worth fixing, not worth anything.

And then the brakes went out in my work truck while I was driving.

And that's just the ongoing car drama in my life.

I keep telling myself that I'm lucky. Everyone I love is healthy and well. I have a decent job and I can afford (sort of) to take a little time to figure this out. It's not the end of the world, not even close.

I'm working to develop a plan. I'm figuring out what my options are. I'm putting one foot in front of the other.

So why do I just want to crawl into a hole and hide?