Exit Stage Left
I feel like the first act of a play has ended recently. My grandmother died, my brother is almost done with college, and I graduated. In a movie this would be where the second act picks up, our protagonist getting through this turbulent period with a new found resolve. I do not feel that at all, if anything I am really scared I will not see the end of this one. There is an itch at the back of my skull that this is my curtain call. I do not know what to do