Let Go

I have the odd feeling that I may have titled a post this before, even thought I really can't recall having done so.  Likewise, I don't know when I would have.  But that's precisely how I feel right now.  Like everything is fine and everything is going to be fine.  I'm not worried.  At all.  There are thoughts floating around in the back of my head at ridiculous rates, but they somehow really don't bother me at all right now.

It's really nice on certain days to just be able to sit back and not care at all.  I know it's not at all the case right now, but that's how it feels, and I'm glad.  I'm sitting on a floor, music washing over me, eating more crackers in an hour than one should reasonably consume in a week (or five), and thoroughly enjoying it.  I don't care.  Not in the oddly apathetic and confusing way that afflicted me yesterday, but in a much calmer, more satisfied manner.

This is pleasant.  It is enjoyable, and it is a nice change.  I'm in a place where I don't have to care.  The earlier parts of the day were odd.  Many of them didn't make sense.  There were odd grating tensions in certain places, strange unexpected interactions with people I hadn't expected to see at all, and then all of a sudden things suddenly started to make sense.

I don't know what happened or why or how.  I don't really care, either.  If nothing more, this here is a lesson that some things and moods come and go.  In the long run, it doesn't really matter.  Might as well make the most of it.  Yes, I'm in a good mood.  It really has been a while, hasn't it?  Oh well.  I'm not complaining.