i feel gooood.. oh so good..

I sat last night on my thinking chair.. strumming my guitar and having a little giggle at myself while I sang ‘hotel california’ outloud.
I can’t sing by the way.
While I sat there… strangely getting all the chords right for a change I caught myself smiling.
Not just smiling, I was beaming.
I was radiating!
My hand froze mid strum as I sat there feeling this massive wave of happiness come over me.
The strange thing is that it’s been around me for five days now. I know it’s five days, coz I counted.

You might think I’m a little tarty in the head for this thought process but I’ve come to realize that I’d grown accustomed to being a miserable shit.
For the past few months I took the role of being a bruised flower very seriously and played it to a tee. The role became so much a part of me I’d lost sight of why I was this bruised flower in the first place.

But I’m done being that person now and I can’t quite believe how good it feels. Really people.. I feel like a million bucks.

Obviously, this could all be hormonal and I’m destined to be a moody bitch for the rest of my life but hey.. atleast I feel good for now and that’s all that matters.

I am at peace.