I'm tired. Weary. Sad. Of certain things.
I'm a small yet quietly persistent salmon wagging her way up the river.
I need a tailwind. I WANT a tailwind. A. Big. Big. Tailwind.
Sometimes I think the tailwind doesn't come because deep down I just don't believe it will.
I remember a quote: This ain't heaven, you ain't God, don't be a jerk. I keep coming back to This ain't heaven.
I should probably go to bed now. A wise salmon rests when she's weary.