I’ve spent more time outside this summer than ever in my life, quite possibly. Cleaning the apartment or doing the dishes doesn’t feel pointless anymore. When I open my mouth, I know that the conversation will keep going, that there will be laughter or discussion or understanding. I can totally disengage from the world, yet still feel like a part of the little universe inside my room. I can laugh at myself without crying. Even when I’m at my worst, I feel better than I have in a long time. I put effort towards being focused, towards having fun, towards something other than myself. I am full of respect, admiration, passion and love. I have something to give and I feel it being given back in kind.
We’re good for each other.