Being happy is just a form of beauty. I'm loving this free time that doesn't really measure up to free time for me. In actuality, it just panned out to be more time to work on what I want to rather than what I have to. The mural I've wanted to do in our workshop since we moved in 4 (?) years ago, I finally completed it. Fix my punching bag. Done. Paint my best friend's foyer, fan blades, and living room. Done, done, and done. I'm just having the time to do beautiful things and the stress level is well below zero.
I hope all is going well including the fake relationship. X understands. Still out here stuck on stupid. All this time and it has yet to click.
