Heat-related
annoyance aside, I've had a semi-startling realization in the last couple
of days.
I'm pretty happy.
Now, I'm not at exactly the
perfect job, and it's not in exactly the perfect place. But I am, by and
large, content. I'm doing work that I enjoy with people I respect. I have
friends, though perhaps not as many or as close as I would like. And I have a
person I care about.
These things are what it's all about. If I
kicked the bucket in some unexpected way tomorrow, it would surely suck. I
still have a lot I want to accomplish. But I would still accept it.
Because I've achieved more than I thought I could. And I've done things I
never imagined.
And there is love all around me. It's easy for me
to ignore it, or act all ironic, or just gripe. But that doesn't change
the fact that it's there. And it doesn't change the fact that I need and
appreciate every bit of it.