The source of a feeling of peace and contentment, on the other hand, is much harder to put your finger on. Maybe it’s just the lack of crises. I was thinking about that just now over a big ol’ plate of enchiladas for lunch since I am enjoying just about the sweetest little spell of good times you could ask for.
Nothing in particular, perhaps that’s the key. I’m sure coming out of R Man’s heart troubles (eight weeks ago yesterday) is a big part of it, but it seems to be just a peaceable kingdom for me now. Yay. It’s hard to appreciate these quiet, easy times and it’s easy when they’re gone to think they’re never coming back, but in fact these are the norm, at least for me, and it’s important to keep that in focus.
Just to keep things balanced, I’ll include a gratuitous piece of boybutt here because boybutt is crucial to ones sense of happiness, don’t you think?