I’m in pain, and it’s enough pain that I’m back to taking two Ibuprofen every four hours to deal with the achy, sore, and generally exhaustedness, and I still feel like I might just go curl up in my bed, but, I’m still happy.
Because there’s so much happy stuff in my life, that I can’t help but be content. So much hope. So much good.
It’s good because…yesterday I had coffee.
I danced with my four year old niece.
I got a slight sunburn from being outside too much.
I raised money for pregnant women and babies.
I got to hug my other four year old niece.
I got to see my godson smile.
I spent time with family.
The guy I’m starting to like actually lets me know that he likes me.
The guy that I like is actually a decent guy.
I wrote a new ukulele song, and know what I’m going to play at open mic night.
My brother wants to help me record my songs at the little production company his friend started.
My sister wants me to sing a song at her wedding reception.
I feel hopeful for the future.
I’m content with the present.
I’m building on the past.
Things are going well, even with the pain.
It’s exhausting, but it’s good.
Have a blessed day.