I wasn't very good at being present earlier today. I realized this, and then I fixed it. This makes me happy.
Some good things happened tonight because of things that, earlier, were not so good. I have been told that I'm "depressingly optimistic" in the past. It seems to make me happy,though. Seems, for that matter, to make other people happy sometimes too. I think I'll stick around this way.
Ideas. They're so damn fragile. The world is terrifyingly malleable, and I love it. The way I live my life is built on thousands of fragile assumptions and habits I've stacked together because I had to fit into a sort-of-ordered world, and I could take it all apart so easily, for the right reason. I don't know how to tell what the right reason is. I'm pretty sure that is an indication that I haven't had one yet.
I need to not burn out. I'm going to bed. I'm learning how to rest.