I am grateful that I still delight in stupid small things no matter how weird and sad life can be. Grateful that even when I feel weary, I know I can still bounce back. I'm grateful for everywhere I've been and people I've met and stories they've shared. It makes my mind an interesting place to hang out in when I can pick these memory books off the shelf whenever the mood strikes and remember all my favorite things.
I'm grateful for my soul, my memories, even when they hurt. I'm grateful to feel, to breathe, to stretch, to sense, to dream, to cry, to laugh.
Today I made moss pubes for my mannequin. She doesn't have a pussy and it disturbed me, so something had to be done. I just so happened to have a pube-bush sized clump of preserved moss, so I stuck it on and it makes me laugh so it's staying there.
The Nian came and we wasted time chatting and he helped me with stuff around the house like he always does. I'm grateful for him. Truly. I joke about his compulsive need to fix things but it's awfully handy and I really appreciate it.
I'm grateful M is still alive and that he texted so that I know he's alive, even though he's awful and even though I'm not in any rush to reply. I'm glad to know he didn't die though.
I'm grateful that I have a couple really good people in my life. I'm grateful that I took initiative on things like getting into meditating every day and doing gratitude lists and yoga and generally exploring healthy coping mechanisms, because they really have helped.
I'm grateful for experiences that haven't even happened yet. I look forward to learning all the things and people I don't yet know. All the songs I haven't yet heard and places I haven't yet been. As long as I still have limbs that function I'd like to use them. I am curious to find out how much more I'm capable of. I'm curious to wake up and see what happens tomorrow and the next day. I'm open to the terrifying and stupid and beautiful adventure of life, whatever it may bring.
7:21 p.m. - 2022-03-12