Epiphany

Every once in a while, you get to have an epiphany. I'm very lucky in that I get these quite frequently (probably because as I've grown older, I've found that I know far less than I thought I did when I was younger).

Today's epiphany is brought to you by the good people of LaLa land, and the letter F. As in "fuck drama."

It's become blissfully obvious that completely regardless and separate of the doubts I once had, and the insecurities so many worked so hard to bestow upon me, I'm happy. Genuinely happy.

I'm being shown all kinds of things recently, and they're all jerking me bit by bit farther out of my predictable, agitating comfort zone.

And you know what?

I like it.

I'm finding I enjoy things like food, and heat, and the love of an amazing woman, great friends, clothes that actually fit, and shoes without holes in them.

I've discovered recently that it's okay to enjoy these things without an overwhelming feeling of guilt.

That may sound odd to you, but that's the dynamic to which I'd been accustomed.

So here's the epiphany:

I actually deserve it. I deserve to live in reasonable comfort and relative safety. If that means others who aren't in my circle need to wait for something they may want, so be it. I've been through enough. I've earned a full belly and dry feet.

And so do you.

Don't deny yourself the things you require to sustain your hectic life.