I'm not even gonna beat around the bush about my weekend. It was fickin' awesome! What did do? NOTHING! In the past 36 hours, I've eaten a quarter of funkedy funk skunk (by way of some awesome brownies that I baked MYSELF!) and watched Pineapple Express three times. As you can imagine, this experience gave me a chance to reflect on how lucky I am to be where I am. Yes, I am.
Last night, when my mind was in a very different but not unusual state, I said to my buddy, "Sometimes I just sit around smiling ear to ear, just thinking about how happy I am. I mean, I don't have shit to worry about. This is really all I have to do!"
And it is so true, and so beautiful.
I have a great daily routine. I wake up, smoke, work out, shower (I sing old school Pearl Jam in the shower), and go to work. My job is helping others, which I love. It's good to feel helpful, and I genuinely love everyone with whom I work. Sure, there's some pesky annoying office bullshit, but that's everywhere and it's not worth me sweatin'. There is nothing truly stressful about my job, either. I'm not a brain surgeon, or a high-profile attorney. Those people have real stress, real questions to answer. The biggest question of my day is usually, "What am I going to have for lunch?" That one really tears me up, every damn day.
No one relies on me for anything significant, either. I don't have any dependents, or even have to answer to a boyfriend. Sure, it's true I don't get laid very often, but in the grand scheme of things I can smoke enough pot to forget about that and get over myself. While I don't have a boyfriend, I do have an awesome roommate, who is a ferret. He never complains but always comes to greet me when I get home from work and class. School is easy, work is fun and I don't have jack shit to worry about. I come home, get high, and watch football, youtube and cartoons on adult swim. Cooking is fun, and I make up my own recipes sometimes when I'm in the mood for it. Sometimes I blog, and sometimes I draw in my sketchbook, depending on my mood. I feel no pressure, no stress, just straight chillin'. I feel like Babycakes when I say, "I love my life!" But I really do!
Life gets better every day. I've started applying for jobs, so I am going to keep this attitude through this potentially exhausting, frustrating process and just be thankful that I get to wake up every morning in my body, with the relationships I've fostered and the things I've got ahead of me.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
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to say that i am jealous of your lifestyle would be an immense understatement
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