On Saturday night, me and the boy were hanging out with friends at their house.
At one point, I went and sat on the front porch alone for a few minutes, having a smoke. Sitting there, watching people walk by, hearing the muffled voices of my friends inside - I felt oddly content.
Content to sit there, content knowing I was going back inside to be with great people. Content in general.
It's such a rare and wild feeling for me, it was almost exhilarating. With so many day-to-day stresses and worries, I realized that I never quite reach that feeling of "Hey... this is good. Let's go with this."
I made a mental note to go inside and grab the pad of paper and pen that I always carry in my purse, and jot down key words that would remind me of that moment. I wanted to remember, to write it on here, and possibly recycle it for myself.
I never did write it down.
It came up later that night in a conversation with my friend Laura, and I knew I'd remember it today. Now I know it can happen, and things can be fine. I have love, I have friends, I have opportunities... Not bad for a pessimistic insecure bitch.
Does this mean I'll change, and everything will be sunshine, lollipops and rainbows?
Hell no.
But it'll be better. I had a glimpse.
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I'm just down right elated for you, and shit.
Wil Harrison.com
Do not mock me, broccoli!
It makes me happy that you're happy...in the pants. That is all.
I am sometimes. I have my moments. :)
I'm gonna comment here just so you remember you have this blog, LOL. Does Chic say it makes her happy in her pants or your pants?
Wil Harrison.com
Both Wil, both.
Well hell, I'll throw my pants in the ring here too then! Kris always makes me feel all swirly in my privacy area.
Wil Harrison.com
Oh man. You guys are super duper.
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