It’s been 13 months, and a little more or less. I’m not exactly sure. I do know my life is much, much more happier. The last year has been great. I’ve gotten closer to my best friends. New ones are coming in as well. I’ve seem to find what makes me happy. And, realized, whomever is my life, is going to have to understand I can’t stop being me. I’m not going to live someone else’s life, again. It was a great lesson learned, although a hard one.

Someone I spent the beginning of the weekend with noted I’ve seem to have been really lucky with many things. I don’t think it’s luck, but maybe good timing. I seem to be in the right spot for quite a few things. It really made me appreciate a lot I’ve been able to do the last 15 years of my life. I’ve traveled, a lot. I’ve lived in many places. Experienced many things. And I don’t feel like stopping, and I don’t have to.

It was nice to have someone point this out, when it was within our first meeting. Apparently it’s this evident and I evoke a lot of the goodness to other people.