And yet, I don't fit at all. I realize that after years of early mornings in soaps and months of overnight schedules in news, it doesn't really feel right to commute with the commuters. After years of either being unable to do kid pickups or the recent doing kid pickups after a survival nap, I have now landed somewhere in between.
Maybe, actually, that's the best way to describe this "not washed up yet" life of mine. It is not the beginning, or the end. In many, many ways, it is somewhere in between. A time somewhere in between where I was and where I will be. A series of places, each of which is just a stop, not a final destination. A life that is changing every day. I may be here for a while, and some days I'll fit, and others I won't. I guess that's just how it works when you're somewhere in between.