Why share? Why? Why type your life out and click a button, waiting for people to read? I don’t know. But I know that when I do write, the fog lifts a little.
Things that are Good™
Things are Good.
My ankle: is healing. It’s doing good. I think. I mean, we’re none-the-wiser about whether I’ll be saying goodbye to my bone. Something I remember when I’m feeling dramatic. But that’s a concern for future disintegrated-bone-Rachel. So, aside from that uncertainty, it’s doing okay.
Work. I’m working from home. That’s good. I enjoy having windows. That’s all I’ll say on that, and you can take it as you will.
I feel content in my relationship. What? You say. Shh, I’m answering. Except, I may finally be feeling something safe, and strong, and exciting, but quietly warm. I don’t feel like I need it to survive. But I feel that cozy, fuzzy happiness reserved for when you cuddle into clean sheets or when you take a first bite of a really good banoffee pie. A good, healthy kind of happiness.
Things that are Not Good™
I lied a little bit.
Every day is a day I don’t feel enough.
I drink more wine than I care to admit.