i’m going to face everything that life puts in my way.

All of it at once, on an ordinary Tuesday, would flatten anyone. That isn't how it arrives.

What turns up is one call to make before noon, one envelope that has to be opened, one conversation already postponed twice. The queue is long and it is still a queue.

A firefighter going into a building isn't braver in some general, weatherproof way. They have narrowed the job to the next room. That narrowing is available to anyone, and it matters most on the days when the whole thing feels addressed to you personally.