Diary #486

Last weekend I went out to Sunset on Saturday and returned on Monday; in addition to allowing me to avoid Tacoma traffic, it also made the week feel shorter (which was quite nice considering that I had several lovely appointments in that shortened week).  And now this week I’m flying off to North Carolina for my friend Kaytlin Bailey’s wedding, then next week I’ll have a small birthday celebration mostly involving getting high as a kite with some dear friends.  All in all, it has been an exceptionally pleasant autumn for me; I’m no longer young enough to dance through the dry leaves under the moon, but I’ve at last reached an emotional space where I’m OK with my life as it is, and I live in the present rather than always in the future as I used to.  And since I’ve learned how to manage my summer anxiety through the magic of cannabis, my brain has already relaxed into dark mode rather than taking months to do so as it has for a number of years now.  My life isn’t perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but the awful things locked up in crates under my mental stairs have been relatively quiet for a while now, so I’m going to enjoy that for as long as it lasts.