I assumed my appropriate position on the porch this evening with the usual accessories. After a couple of rounds of Candy Crush Saga, I just sat back and cried because I’m so fucking happy. I’m telling you, it’s getting serious, this happiness thing. Damn.
I don’t quite know what to do with it all. I’m losing the battle to a voracious appetite lately, and my weight has ballooned to an uncomfortable point. Usually it’s stress that makes me eat, and yes, I do have some of that, but what am I supposed to do with all of this happiness? Where do I put it? I’m so afraid I’ll blink and it will be midnight, and I’ll step on a pumpkin with a bare foot.
Where did this come from? How did I get here? I’ve never been in this place before in all my life, and I don’t understand it. Sometimes it completely overwhelms me. Well, most of the time it does. And just when I think I’m at max capacity, something else happens that sends me soaring even further.
One minute it’s quiet and sweet and calm, and the next I feel like it will swallow me up in a frenzy and I would go willingly.
It’s crazy. Honestly. Just crazy.
I always assumed Life’s lessons would be painful, hard, and ugly. What if my lesson is to learn how to handle happiness? Poor me, huh?
I don’t know why I’m here, now. But I am positively intoxicated, and it’s not the tequila kind.