It's good when you can look around your life and say, "Yeah. These are good times."
I've noticed that the tension ball I usually have in my back has calmed considerably. I have also noticed that I am waking up fairly easily these days. Without really making the effort, I have picked up a healthier diet (except all those cookies at Grandma and Grandpa's over the weekend) and am generally more with it and cheery.
Why? Well, yes, it's true, I did just get back to France after a few weeks at my parents' composed of roughly:
30% Crappy Television Watching
20% Shopping
10% Physical Excercise
10% Sunbathing
10% Eating
20% Other
which makes for a combined stress level of roughly 0.2 on a scale of 100.
A trip to Cedar Point - the best amusement park in the world - was thrown in for good measure, but really - it just gets thrown into the "other" category along with fun things like:
- taking the long way home just cause it feels that good to be driving again
- reading another Paul Auster book
- blasting NPR at all hours of the day
- walking the dog
- trying on my four (yes FOUR) new pairs of shoes over and over again
- talking to the dog about my four new pairs of shoes
- asking the dog for his opinion
- drinking mochas even though the weather really didn't match (mochas are for cold weather)
- etc
None of these things in the "other" category can really be qualified as great tension builders, either, now can they?
Actually, I didn't particularly want to come back to France. Which was a rather funny feeling. Regardless, when I finally did come back, I came back not only relaxed and refreshed, but also with new shoes.
And that puts any girl in good spirits.
Although I have only been back on French soil for three days, I was not pleased to see the 340 euros worth of bills I have to pay, nor that my refrigerator was not only empty, but covered in some odd-smelling brown good, nor that my boyfriend had killed my Bonsai (that sounds like a horror movie name to me: "My Boyfriend Killed my Bonsai")...And combined these little, ridiculous things were beginning to add up and stress me out. Just a little flickering bit of tension in the crick of my neck.
BUT that all changed yesterday when the Boy announced to me that he had quit his job, but that he'll still be paid for quite some time. What does this mean ladies and gentlemen?
I'M GOING TO SPAIN AND PORTUGAL. And he's coming with me. Takeoff in about two weeks.
Hooray! Do blog. (I'm commenting 7 minutes after your posting! Woo!)
Wow, have fun! I've always wanted to go to Spain, and I may get the chance next year, so I will be reading your writeup about it. (Please write one!)