And it doesn't happen often, so enjoy it while you can.
I just had one of those exhilarating moments where everything in life seems perfect... walking down my dead-quiet street at midnight, B'z blasting from my headphones, me dancing like an idiot under the streetlights... and I thought to myself how happy I was.
I had just come back from visiting one of my closest friends and sharing a lovely evening with them. I had finished my book on the train. I was listening to my favourite music. I was doing the things I wanted and loved.
Frustrating things seemed so far away. My technical issues with computers and hard-drives--forgotten. The upcoming workday the next morning--far from my mind. Just living in that moment of a perfect evening, in cool weather, in a still street, feeling amazing.
The high is still here now. I'm not sleepy. My cat is trying to catch my toes through my quilt as I move my feet around. I feel inspired to draw, to write, to put a concert on TV and sing loudly while I dance around the living room or make something in the kitchen. I feel like going for a long bike ride. My mind is buzzing with ideas, hopes and dreams.
It really puts things into perspective... I get so hung up on the little frustrating things--why? There's too much to be happy about.
I don't know if it's the fact I'm proud I'm making an effort in changing myself--I haven't had coffee, sweets or energy drinks in over a week, which is unheard of for me, and the next step on the agenda is organising something that resembles an exercise schedule. Perhaps if I can change little things like this about myself, my life, I can change big things too.
Perhaps I'm just sleep-deprived. Perhaps I will feel like death warmed up when I wake up for work in the morning. Perhaps, perhaps.
Or perhaps life is just genuinely awesome.
I had just come back from visiting one of my closest friends and sharing a lovely evening with them. I had finished my book on the train. I was listening to my favourite music. I was doing the things I wanted and loved.
Frustrating things seemed so far away. My technical issues with computers and hard-drives--forgotten. The upcoming workday the next morning--far from my mind. Just living in that moment of a perfect evening, in cool weather, in a still street, feeling amazing.
The high is still here now. I'm not sleepy. My cat is trying to catch my toes through my quilt as I move my feet around. I feel inspired to draw, to write, to put a concert on TV and sing loudly while I dance around the living room or make something in the kitchen. I feel like going for a long bike ride. My mind is buzzing with ideas, hopes and dreams.
It really puts things into perspective... I get so hung up on the little frustrating things--why? There's too much to be happy about.
I don't know if it's the fact I'm proud I'm making an effort in changing myself--I haven't had coffee, sweets or energy drinks in over a week, which is unheard of for me, and the next step on the agenda is organising something that resembles an exercise schedule. Perhaps if I can change little things like this about myself, my life, I can change big things too.
Perhaps I'm just sleep-deprived. Perhaps I will feel like death warmed up when I wake up for work in the morning. Perhaps, perhaps.
Or perhaps life is just genuinely awesome.