It’s not. It’s not coming up roses. It’s January. It’s coming up slushy, messy, dirty, icy, slidy — but it seems I am part penguin? I simply slide on through.
I am experiencing an unusually pleasant series of circumstances wherein things are about ten times better than I expect. A few weeks now.
Me: There are too many things going on.
Life: I’ve canceled the things!
Me: This will not reflect well upon me.
Life: You’re amazing!
Me: This ain’t gonna be good.
Life: This will be excellent!
Me: Erm, this feels like a crisis.
Life: Nah, Girl, you ready.
Me: This is gonna cost a bloody fortune.
Life: Nope, not even close!
Me: I smell shit nearing the fan.
Life: Only the freshest air for you!
I never know what brings these things on. At my best I’m human sunshine, but I’m not at my best all the time, cause human. Anxiety disorder is real and fear gnaws at me. Still, I try to roll with it and I aim keep my mindset positive.
I am superstitious enough to think that writing about it might jinx it, but then I’m hopeful enough to think even if that’s the case, it’s worth sharing.
Good things happen all the time.
The other shoe won’t drop. The other shoe is fiiine.