I keep getting more stuff and it keeps piling up on my desk. People give me notecards, journals, printouts of internet articles, letters, toys, books…
Ming went to a search & rescue thing last night. It was like a job interview. But he’d be volunteering.
Why does he want to take on one more big thing? I think it’s because the Street Medics is floundering.
I’m sad. Life feels pointless. That’s a sign I need to kick up my self-care. I’m going to write in my journal and try to make a plan.
