My hair is falling out and looks like a bird nest reject. My skin is peeling in a bad way that constant lotion can't help. I can't walk around or stand for long periods without feeling back and leg pain. I'm having trouble concentrating on things, and it's hard to focus on writing or long chains of thoughts. I'm visiting the Realm of Being Po'. I haven't been here in a very long time, and must remember how to adapt.
And you know what? None of that is really bothering me right now.
I'm sitting here in my comfy chair, drinking a tasty beverage. In the room next to me, I can hear my best friend and her boyfriend (who I am also friends with) laughing and being happy. My other friends are off working, and when they leave their jobs they have someplace safe and warm to be. At this moment I am connected to the entire word and have access to a word of information.
The last of the late afternoon sunlight is pouring through my (admittadly dirty) bedroom window, and my room is aglow with a velevty-golden glow. I'll be able to pay my rent for this month, all on my own. I've been doing it for years now, but I sometimes have to remind myself of what it was like to have to rely on someone else for that, or that I could be in a situation where I couldn't make rent at all.
There's good music coming out of my speakers. There's good people in my life who care about my well-being and happiness. There's good food in my future. I have a future.
Yep. I think when you get down to it, life's pretty good right now.
::gives whole f-list a glomp::
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