Routine. Stuck. Compromise. Holding Pattern. Stages of life like stages of grief. I often wonder if there people who don’t struggle, who just sail along under Sunny skies with shrimp cocktails and designer jeans.
I know so many good people who battle endlessly. Many of them without a partner and many partners who still can’t make the pieces fit.
I think your best sentence was “maybe you’ll be the composer” I hope your notes grow into your opus.
A great piece of writing. Sitting right back in that coffee shop.