Being an unsure vessel riding through the seas of life can effect buoyancy. In fact, it fucking sinks you.
One day, I’m all gung-ho. Usually under the influence of drinks, but the sober Fatima is like Nooo! Fatima! You can do better.
There’s a feeling of being trapped between two horrible decisions, (like Hilary Vs. Trump) decisions you don’t want to make, but decisions that can benefit someone other than yourself and when you have the wealth, you should share it… right?