So, this last weekend was really an amazing weekend.
After talking to a friend the week before, I sat down and had a serious chat with my heart, trying to figure out what’s important to me in life, and where to go from here.
“alright heart. What’s up?”
It came back with an interesting response. I guess that I was expecting something a little more direct, but all it said was “I just want to be happy”.
And the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. I like so many things in my life right now. I love what I do, and I think that I’m pretty good at it. I run my own business and work from home. I’m getting mother fucking money back from my taxes. I love my little apartment here in mountain view; it’s one of the best places I’ve ever lived. I have some pretty damned cool neighbors and some fantastic friends. I’m starting to do more interesting things in life. I’m losing weight and getting in shape. I have running water and cable TV.
And so this weekend, it seemed that I finally figured it out. I didn’t worry about anything. Not about money. Not about work. Not about anything. And everything just seemed to flow. Things came together, and worked themselves out.
It truly felt like I was on a vacation from my own life.
And that’s when it kind of hit me. It wasn’t a vacation… It was actually my life. And for the first time in a long time, I was happy.