get by

I don’t cruise. Cruising is effortless, smooth downhill. I jounce, plumet, tumble, launch, get swept away back out to sea again.
Getting by changes for me.

Today? Managing hysterics, emotions alike. Avoiding failing, surviving Euro, surviving home, surviving school, surviving work, surviving without my home, getting bigger paychecks, getting raises, saving to move out, and being happy. That’s getting by.

Next year? It’s going to be paying for my own place, complete with water, electricity, sewage, interwebs, a bed, gas, scooter, insurance, all the necessaries. Getting through school, making a comfy amount of money, free college, saving for exotic trips, and being happy.

But what now?
It seems that I’m running out of steam for everything, and it’s all uphill pedaling.