Monday, 1 September 2014

It's the only way to be

This weekend - and it's not over yet, what with it being Labor Day weekend here in the US and thus a 'bank holiday' - has done something to me. In fact, I think it's the past few weeks, this past week, these past 72 hours. I know enough now to never jump the gun and assume I'm healed or that happiness is going to be a constant. I've also learned that that doesn't lessen one's happiness while it is there. Finally, I've learned that I am, definitively, a happy person capable of a level of joy that's frequently equivalent to delirium. And I like that girl.

Yesterday, almost all of my best US friends and a surprise landing (quite literally) of my oldest, closest friend from the UK - all organised by my roommate/wife/sister - were at my house to share in the general joy of life being less stressful knowing that I can, for now, remain here relatively peacefully, in the city I now call home. I can't even begin to express how much love, happiness, warmth, and magic abounded. There simply aren't words for how lucky I am to exist in the same space and time as these wonderful people, and it keeps being shown to me over and over how much I have to be grateful for.

Tomorrow I get to go do another of my favorite things: be silly-happy on a boat, listening to loud music in the sunshine, swimming in a lake, eating great food, drinking delicious wine, and all with some of the best people on the planet (I'm pretty sure I can prove that somehow). I'm about to burst, I swear!

These days I have a far greater awareness of the temporary, but I'm starting to see that that's not necessarily a bad thing, and it certainly doesn't change who I am fundamentally. You can't know what's going to happen; you can just try to live up to the tenets you set for yourself: be kind, take care, spread joy, love each other. The future's never certain. Who's to say how it goes? All I know is I'm back in the world again.


  1. I have a melancholic streak running through me. It's not that exceptional for dwellers of the fells of Cumbria and Yorkshire, but my personality sometimes feels at odds with the upbeat USA.

    1. That was odd - just replied and it didn't publish. Grr! I know that to be true of those regions, at least by stereotype. My personality is more aligned with the upbeat USA, as you know. Do you find it tiring to be around that kind of persistently cheery energy?


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