Sometimes a normal, ho-hum day makes me feel overwhelmingly grateful. Today wasn't special in that it was exciting or that anything great happened, but it was precious because of its simplicity. Maybe that makes no sense.
I feel...good. I mean, I have my weird days, but the really bad ones are few and far between. I'm a little concerned about the change of seasons, how much will this progress slow? I don't know. The lighter my world becomes, the darker the past few years seem to have been. I'm afraid of going back to that.
Maybe I'll find something I'm actually good at. <---Not sure what that has to do with anything, it just came next in my thought process.
Goodnight, world.