Regardless of the little things that pop up in my way, like losing my wallet or getting sick, things are good. I'm falling into place piece by piece, and letting myself let go to see if others hold on. So far they are. Even though I'm behind on some things and physically feel less than perfect, I'm happy.
It's a happiness that is unassuming and maybe a little unfounded, but it is also real. I haven't felt happy like that in a while.
In the mean time, here's what I'm looking forward to:
Finishing Sense and Sensibility
Hopefully spending some actual quality time with my family and best friends
Writing out some of the things in my head. I'm starting to feel inspired in a way I haven't recently, and I can't wait until I can take advantage of that. Writing makes me happier than anything.