Tuesday
Today was okay. I am in my mid-thirties. I am loved more than I deserve to be. In my quest for meaning, my mind twists itself into folds and that makes life harder than it needs to be. Life is its own meaning in its liveliness. Sometimes, when I walk into a restaurant, like I did tonight, I marvel that it is being run so well. I am glad that others are doing good things. Despite all the dystopian fantasies and zombie apocalypses being dreamed up, the world hums with order. I want to embrace order and liveliness every day.