This weekend marked the final push for several tasks on my current project (The Truth About Holy Sex). Once again I am battling with my distributor over minute detail requirements and ridiculously impossible help-bot communication. I have banged my head multiple times. Cried every couple of days about it.
I'm pretty hard to deter from things that are important to me. My roller derby name is Tenacious B. But when all the odds feel stacked against me and even the crew in my own boat has turned their backs, I start to lose hope.
With a dejected plea, I asked my friend (and graphic designer) Myranda to sit with me as I went through the requirements one. more. time., piece by piece, unanswered question by unanswered question, to see if together we could find the missing link. She sat next to me for three hours. It meant the world to me.
My friends don't have to know the answers or fix my problems. I just need them to be there and be mad with me about all the things that are wrong in the world. When my hope is waning I need them next to me, believing for me that we will make it through together.
Unsplash photo cred: Felix Mittermeier
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