Not really. I’m oddly non-cynical right now. Pretty content, actually. New job that has made my life eleventy-billion times better. New room-mate who is fucking awesome and whom I could see being family in the long term. We got our other stolen cat back just two weeks ago, and it’s like he never left.
I’m in a really good place right now. And I’m even learning to enjoy it instead of sitting clenched, waiting for the other shoe to fall.
I’m good. Really good.
And I think I need to spend some time on mindfulness and thanking whatever it was that got me here, whether I give credit to outside forces or my own subconsciousness. I can’t recall being this happy in years. It’s kind of scary, but nice.
I need to remember to not only speak to the Universe when I am sad and in need of help, I need to remember to be grateful for the good as well. As do we all.