In the space of not knowing how any of it is going to work out. The jobs that never seem to pay enough and the gigs that don't seem to be close enough to each other to add up. There are always prayers. There is always thanksgiving. For life, my son, family, friends, for love, for protection. It is the prayers, the giving thanks that keep me holding my head high. Amidst the jokes at my expense, pointing fingers and bills due. I am in the space of not knowing how any of it is going to work out. And knowing that it all ways does.