For posterity and my own good, I'm going to put this here.
Just because you don't think something's going to happen, doesn't mean it won't. For better or worse, we can't control life. Things will be lost and things will be found. Sometimes that all takes place in a small space in time.
I'm trying to remind myself right now that there are people out there who can be believed and trusted. I'm trying to let my heart remember the good and move on from the bad. I'm trying to make sure that my head doesn't completely get out of the picture but that it also doesn't get in there and cast doubts.
Because when it boils down to it...
I heard some words that I've been wanting to hear for a long time. Maybe some words that I've not ever heard. I've felt some things, too, that I haven't felt.
I like that feeling. I like plural nouns. I like laughter in hospital rooms and new growth after a fire.
Maybe the simplest thing I like is meeting eyes with someone and smiling when smiling doesn't make sense, and when no one else knows exactly what you mean.
Sometimes I think I have a harder time with the good things in life than the bad. I can logic myself out of hard times, I can out-think it. But that same strategy doesn't work for the good things. Overthink it and you've missed the whole point. So maybe it's time to enjoy it a step at a time and find a new way. Maybe it's time for more doors and less lonesome roads.
Here's to going places.