I've been bitching a lot lately about my bad attitude and how I just want to feel normal again.
This weekend I feel like I started getting back on track.
I did some volunteer work, I spent some time with a friend who I have felt, for awhile, that I could take less for granted. I performed a wedding ceremony and while I don't party like the wedding party parties, I was still glad I went. It was wonderful sharing the bride and groom's special night. It was a busy weekend but in the end, I still got a few chores done and felt good about the way things went.
The only thing that I didn't get to do? Well, I know the chances of that were slim and thankfully, I was ok with it. No hose beast, just a shrug and a snuggle with my dog.
This weekend, I think I was right where I was "supposed" to be. It was a good feeling.