Intentions
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40cakesI just got home from work, and had every intention of writing a complainy post about the many things going on at work and how things went wrong today, but instead, here's happiness.
As I was pulling onto my street, I realized that if you asked me "Are you happy?", the only answer I could give would be, "Yes." For as much as I complain about it, and as busy as it makes me, I love what I do. My bosses like me and like what I do. I have coworkers who I consider friends. When it's boring, I can be on livejournal all day, and when it's busy, I'm writing jokes about condoms and butts and Australians. And though I'm sure I'm still regarded as a big nerd, I feel like I'm finally at home at a job, as opposed to a visitor who no one likes and never quite fits in.
I'm happy at home. My roommates are still nuts, but we're getting along much better than we used to. I love Kirk so much. He's good to me and he's a good person and a good friend. If he asked me to marry him, I'd say yes in a heartbeat.* I get along with my parents much better than I used to, whether it's because I've matured or they've mellowed out, or a combination of the two. My friends are awesome and funny and successful or on their way to being so.
And as the rain pitter-pattered on my car, I parked along the street as "Something Beautiful" came on my iPod. Closing my eyes, I listened to the song and the rain and smiled. It used to be one of my mopey songs - "That's right, Casey, someday, something beautiful will come your way!" - and now it just serves as a reminder of, yeah, it's already here.***
*Well okay, but there'd have to be a very long engagement, because as much as marriage is about love and all that, it's really a societal construct, and to be a part of that society, we'd need a place to live together and that's not cheap and Lord knows I can't afford it with my debt at the moment and goodness, we'd have to find a place that'll take cats and won't care if we paint a mural on the wall of zombie sheep eating Crocodile Dundee.**
**Oh, and I'm still waiting on myonion rings promise ring!
***Of course, going from a shitty life to a happy life is pretty much Chicken Soup for the Soul Syndrome, and means I'll get hit by a bus tomorrow on my way to work. That's the way these things go.
As I was pulling onto my street, I realized that if you asked me "Are you happy?", the only answer I could give would be, "Yes." For as much as I complain about it, and as busy as it makes me, I love what I do. My bosses like me and like what I do. I have coworkers who I consider friends. When it's boring, I can be on livejournal all day, and when it's busy, I'm writing jokes about condoms and butts and Australians. And though I'm sure I'm still regarded as a big nerd, I feel like I'm finally at home at a job, as opposed to a visitor who no one likes and never quite fits in.
I'm happy at home. My roommates are still nuts, but we're getting along much better than we used to. I love Kirk so much. He's good to me and he's a good person and a good friend. If he asked me to marry him, I'd say yes in a heartbeat.* I get along with my parents much better than I used to, whether it's because I've matured or they've mellowed out, or a combination of the two. My friends are awesome and funny and successful or on their way to being so.
And as the rain pitter-pattered on my car, I parked along the street as "Something Beautiful" came on my iPod. Closing my eyes, I listened to the song and the rain and smiled. It used to be one of my mopey songs - "That's right, Casey, someday, something beautiful will come your way!" - and now it just serves as a reminder of, yeah, it's already here.***
*Well okay, but there'd have to be a very long engagement, because as much as marriage is about love and all that, it's really a societal construct, and to be a part of that society, we'd need a place to live together and that's not cheap and Lord knows I can't afford it with my debt at the moment and goodness, we'd have to find a place that'll take cats and won't care if we paint a mural on the wall of zombie sheep eating Crocodile Dundee.**
**Oh, and I'm still waiting on my
***Of course, going from a shitty life to a happy life is pretty much Chicken Soup for the Soul Syndrome, and means I'll get hit by a bus tomorrow on my way to work. That's the way these things go.
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Date: 2007-03-02 02:57 pm (UTC)