Someone asked me today how I am and without thinking or analysing or overthinking I replied that I’m good. That I’m busy at work which is fantastic. And busy with life and a bit of love and also with dogs and kids and friends and the sweetest ripest granadillas and fresh food and fruit and very good wine and I realised something.
Something big.
I’m Happy.
Even with our political turmoil, I’m happy.
Even with a love life that is sometimes in turmoil, I’m happy.
Maybe it’s the weather; these glorious autumn days with glorious autumn colours.
Maybe it’s the possibility of love.
Of new kisses.
And skin.
Or sex.
Maybe it’s the dope I smoked.
Or all the dancing I’ve done.
I don’t know.
It could be because I finally learned how to use semi-colons which make me feel so good, like I love using them and I think I need to use one immediately; would this be right?
I don’t know why, I just feel happy.
Perhaps I’ve become less difficult to please. More comfortable with me. And you.
And with life.
Whatever.
I just want to shout it out.
I’M KINDA HAPPY.
It’s a good feeling.
Insert semi-colon.
Right here.
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