There are days when I focus on the fact that I am standing still, watching my friends get married, have babies, become parents, move forward in life, while we suffer loss after loss, stuck.
Then there are days when I thank the universe that we are still standing - we have been fucked by life, kicked in the balls over and over, and yet, and yet, WE ARE STILL STANDING. Still trying to build the life we want. Still trying to become parents.
So which is it? Standing still or still standing? A little of both, I think.