Living a happy life
Friday morning. Today ought to be a relatively slow day at work. Having said that, I've probably jinxed myself right out of a nice Friday, but still. After work, I've got a study team meeting at a member's apartment downtown, complete with pizza and wine and, possibly, a stroll through the Gaslamp District (San Diego's version of the French Quarter) afterwards. Tomorrow morning, early!, I will be attending a continuing education class on Individualized Education Plans (IEPs) as part of my CASA work. It's four hours long and, I'm sure, full of good information, so that will be fun. I've asked Alcott's siblings' CASA to lunch afterwards, as she's having a tough time right now, and I'm hoping she takes me up on it. After lunch, it's on to Alcott's basketball game, then home and some studying for my next class. I'll probably need to do some Powerpoint work, too, which is fine because it's easy. Not a thing planned for Sunday, so probably just finish up the Powerpoint, rehearse my part of our group presentation for Monday night, polish up my paper a little, and, possibly, do more reading for my next class or start on my first paper. We'll see what I feel like when I get there.
I've been strangely loathe to get myself on the treadmill and walk this week. I don't know if it's because of Aunt Flo's visit or basic laziness, but it's just not happened as yet. It won't happen tonight, either, so I think I'll try to actually get out and walk in the fresh air over the weekend a couple of times. Without SATC, the treadmill has lost its appeal, methinks.
Sometimes, it strikes me as odd when I think about being as happy as I am. Yes, even with my blue periods, this really is the very best time of my life. Is this how everyone else has been all along? Are there people whose childhood and teenaged years were like this? How long has this been available and I've not been part of the program??? Perhaps it takes the years of worrying, crying, being lonely, feeling like the ugliest duckling, and never fitting in anywhere, to really appreciate it when it comes? Who knows! What I do know is that it's a quiet, warm feeling that starts in my core and spreads slowly throughout every nerve and fiber as I contemplate my life. I'm not perfect - nowhere near! - but I'm happy, and I think that's better than perfect.
I've been strangely loathe to get myself on the treadmill and walk this week. I don't know if it's because of Aunt Flo's visit or basic laziness, but it's just not happened as yet. It won't happen tonight, either, so I think I'll try to actually get out and walk in the fresh air over the weekend a couple of times. Without SATC, the treadmill has lost its appeal, methinks.
Sometimes, it strikes me as odd when I think about being as happy as I am. Yes, even with my blue periods, this really is the very best time of my life. Is this how everyone else has been all along? Are there people whose childhood and teenaged years were like this? How long has this been available and I've not been part of the program??? Perhaps it takes the years of worrying, crying, being lonely, feeling like the ugliest duckling, and never fitting in anywhere, to really appreciate it when it comes? Who knows! What I do know is that it's a quiet, warm feeling that starts in my core and spreads slowly throughout every nerve and fiber as I contemplate my life. I'm not perfect - nowhere near! - but I'm happy, and I think that's better than perfect.
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