I find myself in a strange place. Strange in that in the past I rarely, if ever, find myself in such a place.
I'm not pining for anything.
Not worrying about anything.
I take one day at a time.
I have a good day. I have a bad day.
I work hard on my novel. I'm not worried about it getting published. It will happen.
I enjoy seeing my friends.
Living apart from Bob, while crappy, has allowed us to (I think) become better friends in a way. Without the day-to-day draggy parts of marriage, we actually have conversations! It's great!
Weather in Austin is gorgeous.
I like looking around at my surroundings and thinking, "fuck yeah!"
Things are really very nice in a quiet, normal, small, but sweet way.
Yay.