feeling good
I'm writing a song. My life is slipping back into a pattern I like. I'm playing and composing music, I've even been practicing piano a lot recently and teaching myself just a little bit of a few songs I like, I drew in my sketchbook last night and filled it up to the second-to-last page and I think I'll leave the last page blank forever, I wrote a thank-you, I mended a dress by hand... I'm doing the things I love and a few things I don't love so much, but all of it is making me happy. I feel good. Looks like time to clean my room while the optimism lasts.