Good Places

Once during a job training my group was having a very difficult time completing a task. Our trainer told us to shut our eyes and "go to your happy place."

My happy place was (and probably still is) the moment in the car when I realized my divorce was final and I cried like a baby. I ran rivers out of my eyes for fifteen minutes and it was good.

One person in our group sat silently for a couple of moments, then wailed "I don't have a happy place."

Talk about having a shit life.

The reason I bring this all up is that one of the reasons I started this blog was so I could be dark and brooding. I seemed to spend a lot of time this way.

Weather mental or chemical, I seem to have left some of my brooding behind since my run in with the bottle of Lexapro.

In reality, I feel pretty damn good.
All issues aside, I am doing great.

Now this brings up what I am doing here if it isn't brooding.
1) I want to keep writing. I am even working on a story right now. (see, good signs of feeling good)
2) Discuss/think out loud about racy issues. (I think I need readers for that).

I am still working out #2 because I ain't good at talking about certain things.
But I am interested.

Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Lets see if I can't have a story or part of one posted on Monday.