Of something we’ve all got and everything else.

When I started this year off, I used to have a list of resolutions, some silly resolutions that don’t really contribute to anything.

Resolutions like, don’t let things get to you, go on runs every day, seize the day everyday.

Things get to me. I didn’t manage to go running every day. Some days are still forgettable.

But I’ve realised, that (it might be foolish to quote sitcoms but heck it) to do things for yourself is bad, and that helping others is good. There is no easier way to be proud and happy of yourself. (Community is great.)

With a flower, with the mustering of courage, with a few words; I get a slowly-formed smile, a word of thanks. Everything bad, wrong and in-between blurs out of focus. Muster the courage to get what you want, rather than waiting and hoping.

Seize it, seize every day, every chance that you can get. Chances are, you’ll come out smiling.

Thank you, roses. Thank you, stage curtains, for giving me a job to do. Thank you, name withheld, for giving that tiny push. Thank you, Dancenight, for being an event to remember. (Maybe it wasn’t.)

I don’t care if this happiness, this optimism, is fleeting or not.

Life is great again.

that seems like a load of rambling