When Everything Fits

I’m in that run right now where everything’s clicking. Living in a city that pulses, work that actually means something, finally making real money that’s mine. Got a girlfriend who’s smart and hot and just as bent in the head as I am. We get each other’s damage, and that’s what makes it work.

You know it won’t hold. The dark stuff cycles back, the good feeling gets stomped flat, whatever groove we’re riding will eventually stall. But that’s exactly why you have to drink it while it’s there. These moments, these weeks, this stretch of not actively hating your own existence. You don’t get to complain about the rainy season if you skip the sun.

Found my favorite muesli at Lidl the other day. The catering company at work carries it sometimes and I’d been obsessed with the stuff for years. Actually tracked down where they get it, bought a box, and it’s exactly what I wanted. Small thing, but it hit the good-times pile. The kind of stupid detail that sums up feeling okay with where you’re sitting.

Life can stay like this for a while.