I love February; unlike most of the rest of the world, my personal new year has always started then. Plus, it means I’ve survived January, although happily this year was not that bad.
I’m also happy for you, my dear readers, because my emotions lighten up and my sense of humor starts to come back. So I feel less need to inflict my Angsty Emo self on you in every post. Which is not to say that things are not still hard. Today, for example, basically my entire body except for like, my left earlobe, is on fire at the level of pain that makes it difficult to breathe.
But, in the annoyingly consistent principle of Both/And, I have a happy thing to share as well.
I have spent the past couple of weeks in agonizing pain.
Over those same couple of weeks I have decluttered the entire guest room! The Room of Doom! The room where for years I’ve dumped everything I didn’t want to deal with (of which there were MOUNTAINS).
So now this:
Looks like this:
Plus Mr. Cranky Fibro Girl and I went to dinner with real, live, in-person people, AND THERE WERE CUPCAKES. Containing three separate forms of chocolate.
I had happy things to write about in a blog post.
I have to go lie down now with some serious pain medication, because: agony.
Once again, I am the Queen of Contrast (but happily for everyone, and 80%-less emo one).