Today flowed better than previous ones, I felt more grounded and less like I was going to break down in tears. I had lunch at the @five.corners.cafe, with the last twenty dollar bill I had on me which purchased me a bowl of their beef chili alongside a Caesar salad. As I did this I people watched, snapping a few pictures for my @foursquare checkin, snapped a few selfies, & continued to do some writing on my iPad for a free short course on creative writing through @theopenuniversity. The sadness of the previous week seemed to have slipped off of me for awhile, and it felt nice.

I then did some grocery shopping for my elderly Mum, and my last stop for that had me going to @choicesmarket where they had just started wrapping up an anniversary celebration for the store, alongside a fundraiser BBQ, which I had completely forgotten about. Chalk drawings were spread across the sidewalks and the parking lot area that had been set aside for the event. As I walked past the drawings, I snapped photos of them, and then noticed my shadow was laying on top of the word love.

Love.

Something I haven’t had for myself in a long time. Love. Self love. As Oxford defines as having a “…regard for one’s own well-being and happiness.” Happiness. Happy, an adjective, “…feeling or showing pleasure or contentment.” Again, something that’s been eroded in me for a long time. I desire happiness again. It’s a sentence I need to shift though, to read as if I am happy again.

I am happy again?

I am happy again. Even if it was only for a few hours on this Saturday afternoon. I am happy again.

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