the_middle tender_square one friend says i've been through so much, i shouldn't rush into the job market, especially if i can manage for a little while longer. another friend says that i have too much time on my hands to think and that i need to get back to supporting myself. the truth is lodged in the middle of those poles; life has slackened without the value of "real" work, yet my days are filled with digging into grief, allowing myself to feel every edge. and writing. always writing. 230528 what's it to you? who go blather from