Not only because it is sunny outside.
When I think about things very generally, I begin to feel excited. The mere knowledge that there IS breath is my lungs is a comfort.
WOW.
Then, when I think about things very specifically, I want to die because I am so alive.
Here are some specifics:
-While shaving, my Yarden always misses the same chunk of neck.
-Midori is like poprocks- exploding every which way.
-Buying sugar-free/carb-free chocolates for my mother's birthday to color her existence.
-Sitting with Yuri and talking about how to be a lady.
-Not understanding parts of my Statistics homework, but knowing that I don't understand reinforces the fact that I do have a mind.
-Knowing that even though my heart produces a lot of black tar-like crap, it can be new with green sprouting out of the cracks.
-My father's interest in bagpipes and his recital tomorrow night.
-I am marrying in June. It feels natural. I am not nervous about the wedding or the life that follows. I feel calm and incredibly incredible about the whole thing because the foundation is hard as a rock. It is a really beautiful thing, trust me.
-Talking with my sister. period.
-Wanting to improve my posture.
-Drinking water. I have come to adore this process and habit.
-Thinking about my Grandma Barbara.
-Japanese pencil cases.
-Alone time.
-Together time.
-Friend time.
-Loretta Lynn.
_Boogie Shoes.
-Potluck dinner with beauties.
-Survey of the Arts and how it makes me want to drool.
It's not that these things show me that I am alive. Rather, I know that the observation is a result and testament to the breath in my lungs.
Ahhhh, pretty.
I am grateful to you.
WOW.
Then, when I think about things very specifically, I want to die because I am so alive.
Here are some specifics:
-While shaving, my Yarden always misses the same chunk of neck.
-Midori is like poprocks- exploding every which way.
-Buying sugar-free/carb-free chocolates for my mother's birthday to color her existence.
-Sitting with Yuri and talking about how to be a lady.
-Not understanding parts of my Statistics homework, but knowing that I don't understand reinforces the fact that I do have a mind.
-Knowing that even though my heart produces a lot of black tar-like crap, it can be new with green sprouting out of the cracks.
-My father's interest in bagpipes and his recital tomorrow night.
-I am marrying in June. It feels natural. I am not nervous about the wedding or the life that follows. I feel calm and incredibly incredible about the whole thing because the foundation is hard as a rock. It is a really beautiful thing, trust me.
-Talking with my sister. period.
-Wanting to improve my posture.
-Drinking water. I have come to adore this process and habit.
-Thinking about my Grandma Barbara.
-Japanese pencil cases.
-Alone time.
-Together time.
-Friend time.
-Loretta Lynn.
_Boogie Shoes.
-Potluck dinner with beauties.
-Survey of the Arts and how it makes me want to drool.
It's not that these things show me that I am alive. Rather, I know that the observation is a result and testament to the breath in my lungs.
Ahhhh, pretty.
I am grateful to you.