Life keeps spinning. Peaks and valleys. The progression has an annoying habit of being calm long enough for me to get calm myself, and then ramps up at a fevered pace so I can't sit still. It stresses, it soothes.
Whatever though, it's all good. I wouldn't change a thing.
I love how the summer was mildly unproductive in the moment, but beneficial for the future. I'm happy I have a full plate that doesn't give me a break. I'm glad that I've spent six months learning what it means to love a woman.
I like living. Even if what I'm doing isn't what I thought I would be doing, I'm still doing something.
And the stories are good.
