SMF wonders if i'm okay about the fact he can't commit to anything more than our special ambiguous friendship. I am, truly. It is an uncharacteristic feeling for me to have though. My confidence isn't knocked, my mood not subdued, my outlook not despondent. I am fine and happy! This isn't even based on some hope that it will work out in the future.
So what's got me so content? I wish I could bottle it, sell it and easily scull it down myself if and when this happiness ever wanes. Even my horrific budget projections for the next four months haven't upset me too much. I'm concerned, but not panicked nor self-attacking. I realise this joyous mood isn't great entertainment for blog readers but I'm trying to sleuthly investigate it, in order that I can perpetuate and access it forevermore.
I live on faith these days, when I used to have none. Maybe because I've survived 30 years on the planet and withstood various troubles before, I now have an easier relationship with life. Who knows? I just want life to continue to get better, but more importantly, my contentment to prevail.
I am happier than these 'strawberry & cream' lollies I saw on the bitumen the other day.
