I went and had drinks with some friends yesterday, and as much as I hate smoky bars and being the only sober person in the group I totally enjoyed myself. It was a going away party for my friend Carol who has finally achieved escape velocity and has left The Treehuggers to go work for the YMCA.
And I woke up this morning feeling good, feeling more like myself than I have in months even despite the momentary flash of “oh my god I’m going to die” anxiety upon waking (note to self: talk to the shrink about upping the dosage on the meds).
There were geese this morning flying in formation has I swept the porch, about 20 of them in a messy V honking their way across the sky, and a big butterfly with yellow wings rimmed in black who paused on the bush in front of the porch.
This is the feeling I want, the feeling that today is full of potential. Yeah, everything might not go the way I want it to; I might be frustrated or even sad, but at least there is a chance for something better.
This feeling is the opposite of depression. I have to wonder, is this how everyone else feels all the time?