My mind and soul are peaceful.
My mouth is sore from smiling, my voice hoarse from laughing. My favorite ailments any day.
I'm doing just fine these days.
It's a wild peace, abnormal in nature. Who can honestly feel as content as I do, as roll off the shoulder as I do, as happy as I do...when you remember everything else.
School is exhausting and I'm killing myself to keep up.
Mom finished chemo and is preparing for surgery in a few weeks.
It all just piles up.
I think back to when I was freshly done with high school and how serious I was.
Because I was an adult now.
I had to be serious.
I wasted a lot of time being serious.
Today, those "serious topics" wouldn't garner my attention.
I don't have time for that drama.
I suppose that's called growing up.
I am living the dream.
Living life to the fullest - not sweating the small stuff - keeping the faith - this too shall pass
You can see where this is going.
It may just be a little sprinkle of mania.
But this right here is a good place.
