sometimes it's easy to have a good day. today was easy, and good. i am thankful for those kind of days, the days where i don't worry, days that i breeze through. last night, with a little wine to do the coaxing, i gave my major soliloquy over a bag of chips in the kitchen. i told my story to james, in a way i never really had during our ten years of being together. i remembered me before: my teenage years, my coming of age, the fine details, the gritty details. i remembered in ways which i hadn't in so long. moments, so many moments i've shuffled into the closet like a pile of dirty laundry i didn't want to air out. it feels nice to lighten the load a little, to let some stuff out, and to enjoy the simplicity of my new life, my adult life,where my sole purpose is to live in the now, to be nice, and to enjoy the smiles of my neighbors, promises of kindness like the budding blossoms on an apple tree, as spring in the valley comes optimistically upon us all.