Dec 28, 2007 14:54
I'm feeling pretty ridiculously happy these days. And I love it.
I am so happy that I returned to ships. I can benefit from the good offered here and control the toxicity. The negative bits from the first time around really were specific circumstances and not me. I truly believe that now, though I told myself all along.
The sunshine warms my soul. My body thrives from the activity of the gym and yoga and just general movement around the ship and ports. It's beginning to counter balance the traumas it's been through over the last month.
People are good. I'm enjoying discovering friends. They bring me joy. He makes me happy. I like that I can say that. And smile to myself when I do.
Sitting here, on the pier, sipping on my ginerale and looking out at the ship, I remember how scared I was when I came here. When the taxi first pulled up to the ship in San Juan, I looked at it, and wondered what on earth was possibly going to happen there. Now I look at it, and I just feel happy. Ridiculously happy. And I love it.