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I have laundry going, a good song in the background, and a happy cat in my lap.  It’s a great way to spend an evening. There are perhaps better ways, but if it’s just you and your cats, then this one is pretty damn good.

(Cuddling on the couch with someone is one of the better ways I can think of.  Depending on the night, dancing could be one, too.)

Just saw this on a friend’s instagram:

“A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more.”
-John Steinbeck, East of Eden

Beautiful.  To be honest, that’s how coming out has felt for me.  I want that feeling for everyone.  I know I’m not going to be able to ride an emotional high forever, but I love being happy so much.  It’s not realistic to always be this happy, but I think that even when I’m not, I’ll still be able to remember the difference from before.

Life is great.  Still.  I love it.