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23 June, 1998
Who knows why I'm happy today. I didn't accomplish anything of note. I almost lost my cat in the parking lot of the shopping center. Generally it wasn't a day of any special note. It just kind of was. I was late to work because we took the cat to the vet. She is in fact quite pregnant and will give birth sometime in the next two weeks. Anyone want a kitten? But otherwise she's perfectly healthy. Of course she's healthy: she's still waking me up to be fed at 3AM every morning. Heh. Maybe I've tripped out on enough good music that I'm just on this immense endorphin high. Not a bad way to be I suppose. After all of the whining that I do about being miserable I should probably just hush up and be glad that I'm ... well ... happy. It's not that euphoric kind of feeling you know ... not giddy-happy. Just ... quietly, cozily, warmly, happy. That's it. I feel warm and contented like my cat napping in the sun. I feel ... right. Wow. Right. That's a feeling we here at Little Owl central haven't felt in a while, now hve we? It's not even so much that everything is perfect. Heck, I don't think I'd feel this way if they were. It's not really perfection which I'm after. But I just all of a sudden feel like my life is working. All of the pieces may not be fully in place, but I'm getting there. Perhaps I can bid farewell to the pervasive identity crises of the early to mid-twenties? Probably not. I'll probably wake up tomorrow morning and have come up with some new facet of myself to over-analyse. But until then I think I'll just bask in the happy after-glow. |
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