Socks More Cheerful Than My Mood
Another in the ongoing kneesocks series. Someday, I'm going to make a Warhol-style montage
Last night, I did the "I will be okay" thing.
I'm good at okay.
I was told that it would be good for me to be better than okay.
This too is Not Wrong.
And you know what? I'll manage better than okay, too. Eventually.
Thing is, if one looks at the past half-decade and more, the trend has been steadily positive. I'm in a way better place than I was in the summer and fall of 2001. Every year has shown improvement. I found a career path that I more or less like. I found gainful employment. I found close relationships. I knit the shredded and ravelled edges of my heart back together (okay I had help with this. Then again, I haven't done any of the good stuff alone.) I fell in love again. Got hurt, again. Survived, again, and it didn't take nearly as long to figure out I was going to do that, this time. Now I have a job, and a home (more or less), and I know who the people who love me are, (I'm lucky that there are people in my life who love me enough to stick with me when I'm being a turnip, as I so frequently am) and if I squint really hard, I can almost make out a future worth dreaming about.
Almost.
And, for right now, I have great socks.