I find it remarkably interesting how things find YOU when you least except it. I was saying to myself ‘oh I’m over it, done, etc. etc.’ all the “right” jargon to convince myself (kind of) and others that I was. It wasn’t until shortly after New Years that it hit me like I always knew it would. You just STOP feeling it. I was alone and I knew it, and it was finally okay, and it feels great. Voluntary solitude does wonders for the mind. I went out that Friday night expecting to have a good time, which is exactly what happened, it was a great time actually. Though the last place I expected to run into someone with whom I share so many common threads.
It’s a rush; these feelings. Interesting.

Beyond that, I’m happy. I wake up, and I’m excited about my day, I have a slight smile the whole way to my classes and the same one on the way back. Occasionally I’ll have a thought that strikes audible laughter, though I am sure it cannot be heard between the rush of cars down the freeway, and the noises of city life.

It’s nice to feel alive again. More creative than I’ve ever been, seeing influence in so many new things, it’s as if I’ve opened my eyes again for the very first time.