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So, I’ve been a slacker in a lot of regards.

Gulf Wars was a great vacation, and while I was tempted to do a blog recap- I’m not.  Many of the things I want to remember are not ones that need to be retold by the harsh glare of your computer screen… and many of them are memories that I’m going to hoard selfishly.  I know, it’s unfair… but I never said that life was fair, my little popkins.

I’ve been having a lot of thoughts about the types of things that you’re not supposed to blog about, too.  Mortality and love and hate and sex and peace and serenity… and maybe it’s fine to blog about peace and serenity but not when their thoughts you’re thinking are directly tied in to the other stuff.  Something I can blog about, though, without worrying about telling somebody else’s secrets or revealing my own BSC tendencies, is joy.

Joy has been on my mind a whole lot lately, and for once, not in the “how do I get me some of that” kind of way.  While I’m not going to say that my life is perfect- God, it isn’t- it’s damn good.  I think I’ve finally gotten to the point where I’m happier more than I’m not, I’m serene more than I’m conflicted, and I’m laughing more than I’m crying (though my friends still regularly induce tears through laughter, which is a good thing, too).  Of course, now that I feel like I’ve got a good run of daily happiness running, my mind is wanting to turn towards “how did I get here?” because I figure that’s the best way to figure out how to keep it- but then I’m intentionally stopping myself.  Who cares?  If you try to figure out too hard how you got somewhere, you’re not enjoying the being there nearly enough.  Kind of like the lady at the party who is so busy posing pictures she forgets to enjoy the party… and I don’t want to be that girl.

“Joy in one’s heart and some laughter on one’s lips is a sign that the person down deep has a pretty good grasp of life.” Hugh Sidey*

A good grasp?  Well… maybe.  Maybe not.  My lawn needs mowing and my floor needs mopping, but the laundry is done and my truck is clean, so maybe I have my priorities halfway straight, this week, anyway.  Or maybe I don’t, and priorities are maybe overrated?  Eh.  That’d be getting back into the “thinking too much about it” trap I’m staying out of, so instead, I’ll just reaffirm that I’m having a brilliantly wonderful life this season, and I can’t wait to see if anybody else has anything good to say.

*For those who are still tolerating my half-assed participation in the quote challenge, btw, that’s the one you are getting for the week- and I tag Original Sara.

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