See how the sun shines brightly in the city
I'm in a really good place in my life, I think.
So, this happened two years ago today. Which I would have completely forgotten, except that the anniversaries of my grandmothers' deaths are the 22nd and the 24th, so I know that the 20th is when it happened. It doesn't really mean anything, but I feel like it deserves noting, maybe just because it's so easy to compare where I was then to where I am now, who I am.
I feel good. I've been off antidepressants for about a year. I'm mostly comfortable with who I am. I feel happy most of the time. The people I've met over the last year wouldn't guess that I've had depression problems for most of my life.
It's like something in my brain finally clicked and started working right. I guess I'm kind of a grown-up now. It's weird.
I'm not really sure what my plans for the future are, or what my calling is, or any of that. But so far, I'm enjoying where life has taken me.
I'm living in an apartment in Queen Anne with Melody, I've been at Zoka for about a year and am still really enjoying it. I've got awesome co-workers and get to make delicious coffee for money. My hair is pink again. I'm taking a class at Theo Chocolate tonight with my mom, Folklife is this weekend, and I have an appointment to get my second tattoo on Monday. (An orchid, for Grandma Joan, on my right foot, to match the pansy for Grandma Pat on my left foot.) The sun is shining.
I spent all weekend at Pike Place, eating cheese and hanging out. Most of Saturday I was down there alone, which was really serene and wonderful. Read a book for a couple hours in the Crumpet Shop, drank a macchiato and ate a chocolate croissant standing up at a counter by the window at Le Panier, felt very European. Then on Sunday I met up with a bunch of wonderful people (Holly, Chris, Chris's brother Josh, Abigail, and Shaina) and made the cheese rounds again. It was lovely.
Life is pretty good right now.
So, this happened two years ago today. Which I would have completely forgotten, except that the anniversaries of my grandmothers' deaths are the 22nd and the 24th, so I know that the 20th is when it happened. It doesn't really mean anything, but I feel like it deserves noting, maybe just because it's so easy to compare where I was then to where I am now, who I am.
I feel good. I've been off antidepressants for about a year. I'm mostly comfortable with who I am. I feel happy most of the time. The people I've met over the last year wouldn't guess that I've had depression problems for most of my life.
It's like something in my brain finally clicked and started working right. I guess I'm kind of a grown-up now. It's weird.
I'm not really sure what my plans for the future are, or what my calling is, or any of that. But so far, I'm enjoying where life has taken me.
I'm living in an apartment in Queen Anne with Melody, I've been at Zoka for about a year and am still really enjoying it. I've got awesome co-workers and get to make delicious coffee for money. My hair is pink again. I'm taking a class at Theo Chocolate tonight with my mom, Folklife is this weekend, and I have an appointment to get my second tattoo on Monday. (An orchid, for Grandma Joan, on my right foot, to match the pansy for Grandma Pat on my left foot.) The sun is shining.
I spent all weekend at Pike Place, eating cheese and hanging out. Most of Saturday I was down there alone, which was really serene and wonderful. Read a book for a couple hours in the Crumpet Shop, drank a macchiato and ate a chocolate croissant standing up at a counter by the window at Le Panier, felt very European. Then on Sunday I met up with a bunch of wonderful people (Holly, Chris, Chris's brother Josh, Abigail, and Shaina) and made the cheese rounds again. It was lovely.
Life is pretty good right now.