Happier than I can remember

Good morning all.

Hope all is well with you.

It is cool here in my beautiful ugly.

I am sitting at my desk,

having my tea,

soon, I will be,

jumping in the shower,

getting on with my day,

but, right now,

I am petting the chubby one,

and enjoying my quiet time.

I am happy.

There are many factors,

contributing to it,

the new place is top of the list,

my job,

the people who are a part,

of my quotidian,

my friends, my boss,

my neighbors.

I made some changes,

in the last six months.

Life threw me,

some major curveballs,

the kind that almost break your hand,

when you catch them,

and catch them you must,

the sting lasts a long time.

You walk around wounded,

for months, many months,

and then…

you heal.

You look around,

you are grateful to the people,

who nursed you,

back to feeling yourself again,

but, you aren’t the same,

the deep wound has left,

you changed,

has left you feeling that,

you need to live you life,

surrounded by uncomplicated love.

Life is complicated,

love should not be.

I have happiness in my life,

I am happier than I can remember being.

Be well you all.

Later girls,


By Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my mid early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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