When I stopped trying to be in love with the people around me, I finally fell in love with myself.

Alive

I don't know what it is today.  Maybe it's that spring is finally beginning to poke through the drab browns and greys left bywinter.  Maybe it's that I didn't get enough sleep but woke up naturally and not at all tired.  Maybe it's just one of those days that happens for seemingly no reason.  Either way, I'm not about to argue.

I haven't felt this good in a long time.  I feel so alive.  So full of energy.  So much like myself.  Like it doesn't matter what anyone says or thinks or does because finally I am enough.  Good enough, intelligent enough, diligent enough, considerate enough.

I don't want to satisfy anyone else and I know that I don't have to.  I'm happy with myself.

And sure, it might all fall apart tomorrow, but that's okay.  It's good just to feel this way.  Besides, I feel too good to concern myself with how not-good I might feel in the future.