veeeyloova

My life is going pretty well at the moment. At the risk of being too blatant about how well, (without having to resort to the suprestitious crap that my Irish Catholic mother tainted my brain with, like knocking on wood) let me state that I would very much like to shout from the rooftops about how good it is, but won't.

The past two years have been brutal. I think that I've changed more in the past two years than in the 30 previous. All of my limits have been tested. Some tests I failed, some I passed, some I blew through with such vivid and alluring color that remembering them makes my eyes water and my heart soar. I think that I'm a better person for it all, but it's been so bone-shattering difficult to get through that just the fact that I'm alive and still reasonably sane is enough. I have a feeling that the worst *could* be over. I hate to claim that as truth, because one of the things that I have learned in the past two years is that things CAN always get worse. And sometimes they do. It's better to be content with the nature of the present , then look past it and count on the happiness of the future.