It's strange how quickly things can change yet not be much different at the same time.  As you have noticed, my blog has been rather...lonely for the past half a year.  I guess one could always give the poor excuse of being busy, but that would be a lie.  I have time occasionally, as do we all, to take a couple minutes out of my day to post a line or two.  But as of late, the need for me to do so hasn't arisen.

Perhaps this is due to the fact that I am so utterly content with life it's sickening.  I'm not talking about those days where everything goes right and the days feel perfect.  I'm referring more to those days where everything seems to go wrong, things fail and disappointments come, yet still you can't help but crack as smile as you realize how trivial those incidents are in the larger scheme of life.

I still stress, I still feel down and occasionally I still get urges to go on a crazy apartment cleaning spree.  But it's a different kind of stress, a different kind of melancholy and a different kind of OCD outburst.

I think that for the first time in my life, I can see a future.  For the first time in my life, I feel like I can pat myself in the back for making it this far.  And you know what?  I'm proud.  I'm proud of myself for sticking it through the hard times and doing what I had to do to keep pushing myself forward.

Life is never perfect.  But you know what?  I don't expect it to be.  And I kind of like it like that.  Cheers.