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.