Reading this entry was a good idea
http://mythomanic.livejournal.com/177273.html because it reminded me what it was like to be really happy. in fact my whole LJ is a good idea. it is all little notes to myself mostly, with comments from other people.
if nothing else lives on after I die I want it to survive.
what of yourself would you want people to know after your death?
a long time ago I wrote almost to myself,
"bliss would indeed be domestic: barefoot on cool dry earth, in shorts and a sweatshirt, having cooked dinner and baked bread and hung the laundry up to dry. it'd be the end of summer or early fall and still slightly warm. the leaves would be turning. i'd walk through the trees and wade into the lake. (all my life i've wanted to be near water.) time would stand still for me."
that's still my vision of some long distant alternate somewhere future. some sort of calm and space. except I am still alive.
I almost feel like I could write again...