I know I’m not supposed to spend too much time waxing poetic anymore, but I’m in such a weird place it’s applicable.
It seems like everything in my life is in this weird dynamic of good and bad, happy and sad. Work is stressful and management sucks, but I’ve been successful at new tasks and I enjoy most of what I’m doing. The house is in flux and things aren’t repaired yet. But with all the issues in the housing market I am feeling grateful I bought when I did. I feel surrounded by friends and yet still alone. I think it’s about time to make another push in that dating game, though that has been such a miserable chore that I almost think it will make me feel worse.
Gotta accentuate the positive: I have a glass. Glasses hold beer.
