Honestly, life has been pretty great lately. So great that I’m nervous to say anything, because what if I jinx it.
I’ve been feeling this perfect calmness. One that has me not super stressing about anything in particular.
Getting cold and I have no pants? (Diego ate out all the crotches of my jeans, pants and leggings over the spring and summer) Whatever. I’ll buy a couple pairs when I get paid in two weeks.
Figuring out when it’ll work to go see TinderBoy? Eh. When we started hanging out I didn’t have a license, there’s no way anyone could expect me to already have my own car. (although if someone wanted to give me one, I’d be cool with that.)
I don’t know if it’s the crispy air that comes in once the air temperature drops 20 degrees, but everything seems pretty perfect. Sure there’s a pile of things that I know I could stress about. But part of my problem is I stress about things that don’t even concern me. Things that clearly aren’t stressing out the people they do concern.
Even though they probably should.
I have absolutely no idea what’s going on, but I absolutely adore it.