Huh. Turns Out I Like My Life.
Just now – sitting on the bus home from shopping for a few last-minute Winter Bike Camping things (like fake stroopwafels, you guys, OMG!) and reading G+ posts, I found myself thinking, “I like my life.”
This is a profound advance from, like, say, for years ago, when I hated basically my whole life except Denis and bikes and cats.
Now I have a bunch of crazy friends with whom I can ride bikes up a big ol’ Hill and then camp out in the freezing cold — the kind of friends who are willing to shuffle the agenda around so now of us can enjoy breakfast together tomorrow morning.
Now I have ballet (and all the ballet accessories, and a whole slew of Ballet Peeps).
Now I have people all over the world on the Plus who may (Or may not! Some are right here!) be far away, but who nonetheless comprise a warm, caring, active, snarky, hilarious, serious real community. We don’t all agree about everything, but we do all focus on what we’ve got in common. We don’t even usually come to fisticuffs in the Great Debate over Friction vs Indexed. Usually.
I’m almost done with my Bachelor’s. I no longer work at a job I hate. I’m working at a brand-new job and I’m excited about it!
And, of course, I still have Denis and cats.
Sometimes things are still hard. Bipolar makes life difficult once in a while.
But that’s okay. Things are mostly good now. I am lucky, and surprisingly, I really kind of like my life.