Aug 30, 2017
Sunlight was streaming through the windows again, its bright chunky beams painting my plant stand even whiter. Feeding the living things warmer energy. The seasons were shifting, even though the temperature didn't yet confirm it. "It's getting cooler out," I kept telling myself, even though it was a determined 110 degrees and the wind blew hot.
I'd survived my first summer in Vegas without a car since I was 16, an experience that never registered as possible before it was happening. I was proud of myself for acclimating to the heat. Taking walks anyway. Exploring the library, it only took me over a year of living across the street from to step foot in. Asking for rides when I needed to go shopping and accepting help when it was offered. Tiny actions with immense fulfillment bundled inside them.
I was proud of the person I was becoming. Learning to embrace where I was and the choices that brought me here. I found exhilarating pleasure in journaling, reading, writing, meditating, exercising . . . finding sprinklings of change everywhere I went. Previously mundane practices were a thrill these days. I had an incredible appreciation for my life and dreamed bigger than ever. Except now it wasn't a chase - I'll enjoy my life "when." Now, it felt like every possibility was icing on the cake. Anything good made my life better. Enhancements v. requirements. Wins v. conditions.
I could light a candle and fill four pages with what I liked about my life, as it is. That was my greatest accomplishment to date.