self-indulgent

I was going to write about how I feel about something horrible happening to my best friend. But it’s not about me. Bear, you know I love you, and that I’m here in whatever way you need me.

Currently, “here” is work. I was going to bitch about work.

Instead I am going to spend some quiet time being thankful for all the wonderful people in my life.

I am going to get some work done and take pride and know that I’m somehow making someone else’s life easier.

I am going to listen to beautiful music.

I am going to celebrate the green hills. And instead of bitching that the green will soon be brown, I’ll remind myself that the constant brown makes the green that much sweeter when it comes.

I am going to dance and sing and feel with every fiber of my body.

I am going to love, because it’s what I can do when I can’t do anything else.