am I ...

...happy? No, honestly, not really. 

I don't really remember the last time I have been, at least not for more than a few hours. Maybe a day at most? 

But I am hopeful. That has to count for something, right? 

Not happy. Hopeful. 

I am really needing these days off on Christmas. I'm running on fumes at the moment, and haven't been able to follow my normal schedule, which always wrecks me for a while. I need to get back into it, and I think I will by the end of the week. 

Usually that + some good food will re-center my perspective and my routine, and I'll feel alive again for a little while. 

I need to figure out if I want GabyT's art course for 2026. As if I don't already have enough material to get through. Maybe I should wait until I'm further along, or maybe I should just take the plunge. I don't know. 

Cornbelly's season pass is secured for 2026. My wallet is always kinda light at this time of year, due to all the purchases. It feels weird, to think about farm lights and kettle corn when that's almost a year away. 

The September air will smell like a campfire mixed with barbecued meat and sweet desserts. The black night sky tinged with a cold wind. I'll wear one of my water park hoodies and think about where I'm going, and how I'll get out of the place I'm stuck in. With any luck, I'll be a lot closer than I am now. The sounds all around will be of country music and laughter. I'll spin around and around underneath the carnival lights, the world becoming a blur as they dance like faeries. 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

6 hours and only 6 Lagoon rides?

Reflecting on major life goals yet again

Hobble Creek Half: The slow passage of time marches us towards our inevitable death