I stayed up too late last night.
funny b/c too late for me is early for others.
I think it may be the alcohol. moosebraying and I drank a bottle of pinot gris with dinner and then I had 2 beers after that. . .I was feelin’ good!
Watched the episode of Ellen that my mother and 20three went to. Saw them in the audience. That was kinda nifty.
Lost continues to get weirder and weirder…it sucks you in.
Dinner was yummy.
Life is just this big ball of lovely right now. I’m savoring it.
It seems kind of lame sometimes to write how wonderful things are. As though not feeling angst or sadness or stress or unhappiness is a crime, when I know it’s not. I just really feel the need to have on record the joy that I’m feeling. . .it’s overwhelming at times. Smiling as though I may burst. Just floating through the day without a care in the world. Having time to do all the things I want to do. You never really sit down and think “When I grow up, I want to work a 40 hour work week, come home every night and cook dinner and watch tv, perhaps fitting in time for a few movies, reading some books, making time for the gym every afternoon and, of course, sitting in my car for 1-2 hours daily getting to and from work”. . .it sounds boring. . .you think you want life to be exciting and fast paced. . .
apparently all I wanted was contentedness. . .to feel loved, and be satisfied with my life. . .
when you slow down, take it all in, realize how far you’ve come in such a short time. . .how much your life has changed in 3 short years. . .
getting what you want from life without realizing that you are getting it. . .
work beckons. . .