I originally wrote the following in Spring 2016. It’s been sitting as a draft ever since, though I’ve returned to it from time to time…like someone studying the pages of an old photo album. As I settle into my second year of sobriety, it’s become more and more difficult to remember what it looked like … More the look of it.
This year, for the first summer in five summers of apartment living, I took advantage of the community pool, which opened each morning at 10:00 A.M. weather permitting. For such an enormous complex, I expected a less-than-desirable experience but was pleasantly surprised to find the place very clean and completely dead until about 1:00 P.M. … More I swimmed! [once around the sun]
I’m existing in the holiest of spaces. Sometimes, my body doesn’t know what to do with all the happiness, though I’m not sure ‘happiness’ is an altogether reliable description. Synonyms of the word happiness include: pleasure, merriment, cheeriness, and glee…which are certainly applicable, but only sometimes. Like when I’m laughing hard enough to produce tears … More happiest I’ve [n]ever been.
brittanybare 