happiness

My Google Reader is filled to the brim with hundreds of unread blog posts.

This poor blog is shamefully ignored as of late.

There are clothes and bags and half-finished crocheting projects flung all over my room.

I just very-irresponsibly quit my job.

There's food going bad in the refrigerator.

I haven't bothered to properly make my bed in weeks.



But I don't even care. Because it's my birthday today and none of that is important now.


I don't even care that one year ago I made a list of things I'd like to accomplish and I didn't do everything on the list. I don't speak Spanish fluently, and I never watched the sun rise, and I haven't entirely mastered my camera, either.

But I'm doing a lot more than that, on the inside, learning to support myself, slowly but surely.

And you know--I made it all the way here, better than okay.


So cheers to that :)