Ashes and Adulthood

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International Velvet

I’m struggling to pay for rent, utilities, and basic necessities without assistance from family and friends.

I’m in a desperate, almost futile search for a job which meets my physical needs and gives me a sense of joy and accomplishment.

I don’t feel like a “real adult.”

Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.

This weekend, I went with my fiance to check out a reception venue, and we’re both in love with it.

We walked around our old campus and reminisced.

We spent the weekend playing an RPG with old friends, laughing and acting like rowdy orcs, elegant elves, feisty halflings, and bumbling elf-saurian hybrids.

Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.

45 wants to slash funding for domestic programs, from healthcare to the arts, to increase our military power.

His cabinet equates Jim Crow laws on education with the “good news” of “school choice” and “cracking down on crime” with further funding of the police instead of investigating the instances of brutality.

In Edinburg, our local officials are more interested in making power plays at school board budget meetings.

Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.

Moonlight won Best Picture.

My friend took his GREs.

My cat is showing signs of recovery after a terrifying bladder blockage.

Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.

Life begins, and ends, in beauty and chaos.

Life unfolds the same way.

In the meantime, I will remind myself:

Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.

 

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