I’m sitting in my big chair by the window. Roxie lies stretched out on the floor nearby, tip of her tail upright (which means she’s not yet all the way asleep). The day is gray from the clouds with the rain that we needed so badly.

This is nice.

It’s so nice to wake up in the morning happy. So nice to look at my calendar and smile. Glad to be here. Glad to be doing this.

In my teens and twenties, I wanted to exit the planet. From my 30s to 50s, I didn’t know I was walking around with a barely functioning thyroid, skin and emotions on high alert. I went through a lot of Kleenex.

When I was 15, on those desperate nights, I told myself, “There’s something good coming, and if you leave now you’ll never know what it is.”

It’s so good to be here now.

So good.

Chewing the Cud of Good

Thankful for all of it.