You know that phrase, sometimes when a door closes a window opens? Well, I do truly believe that. But I also believe that sometimes you have to open the damn window yourself.
Yesterday, with all my quiet time on hand, I did a lot of thinking. A lot of writing. A lot of meditating. And, truth be told, I wasn't all that happy a camper when I went to bed. I say went to bed because I didn't exactly sleep last night. I'm sure I did drift off for awhile, which would explain the nightmarish images that taunted me, but I didn't get any real rest. I finally struggled out of bed only to find out Fuzzy kitty had pooped in my closet. My eyes were swollen, my skin still pasty, I had new loads of laundry to do and it was only 8 a.m. Banner day.
But, on the way into work, I decided to say Fuck It. I was NOT going to be in a bad mood. At our 9:30 staff meeting I was going to be happy happy joy joy.
The meeting went great. Lots of laughter, none of it that would pass a PC meter. My boss remarked in front of the whole team what a great job I was doing manning the website fort.
At lunch, I sat with THREE other people who live in Gloucester. Human beings. Who live in my town. That maybe, just maybe, I could one day meet for coffee.
I got a call back on a part time waitressing job.
I got an offer for free knitting lessons at a local needlepoint group. Most of the members sound older than I am, but you never know. They could have cute children/neighbors/nephews/nieces.
Another cool thing happened about which I am unready to share.
I know these are all little things, but they're serving to make me happy. And that's enough for now.
See, even if I had to prop that damn window up, it is lettting in some fresh air.