Things Are Precarious

Teetering on a balance beam between hope and despair. 

One end is shrouded in the darkness of the unknown. The other end is tight against a wall promising I can't turn back.

I won't turn back, because time is about going forward.

But this fragile situation is my own creation. But I can glide to somewhere better. Can all this be positive and victorious?

Or have I fated my great fall?

I'll know very soon.

Maybe a helping hand is on the way?


There will be reviews, articles, and podcasts on this site very soon, but right now I'm desperately battling against sabotaging my career. caring for my family, and salvaging my mental health.