There are so many things to say, and yet now is not the time to say them. I’ve been very aware over the last four months (it was already four months ago that my life started to irreconcilably change) of timing. When to say something, when to cut into a conversation, when to hold my words. I’m a very open person, the kind who likes to share everything with everyone (terribly un-Cancer-like of me). However, I’ve become aware that sometimes things (thoughts, feelings, activities) remain more precious if you hold them close and wait. (The last four months have included many lessons in patience and mental strength.)
Here’s what all of that crap means: I am happy. I am ridiculously, undeniably happy, to the extent that I actually annoy some people because I’m basically a rainbow in a glaring patch of sunlight during a thunderstorm about 87% of the time. For the most part, I am keeping the reasons for my happiness to myself because it’s not time yet to share. Just know, for now, that I am well and happy and really trying to come up with a better topic to write about on Friday.
Much love to you all. I hope your semester is going well so far.