Great news.

I'm sitting here recovering from surgery and I'm really happy I can type because even though I'm drugged, my brain is on hyper drive and I want to write write write. I'm bummed because the inspiration for the last part of my children's book just isn't there right now, and it's because I'm in such a weird mental state of pain and stuff, but I know I'll get it done as soon as I get a bit past this.

Let me share with you a tidbit of the ridiculous amazingness that has been going on the last few weeks.

I had surgery, which is a great thing. They remedied the problem...apparently I had a bone spur that my rotator cuff had been caught on and that should solve the pain. The procedure was on Valentine's Day, which was my first one with a Valentine period and, most importantly, my first one with Steve. He came by after surgery to lay in bed and talk to me and let me know that I was cared about. He loved the gift I gave him and gave me a super sweet one in return (a stuffed T-Rex named Flower that he's had for a few years <3). Every time I see her I think of how much he cares about to me to give me something so meaningful and sweet and simple, and it makes my heart happy.

On the heels of the great news of my cousin Tamara's proposal and wedding announcement, my cousin Naomi told me the night before my surgery that she is PREGNANT! YES, preggers. I'm so thrilled; there were concerns that she might not be able to have kids because she had to undergo radiation when she was only 19 for pancreatic cancer, and her husband had medical issues relating to Accutane, so we didn't know. But they conceived right off the bat, and holy shit, so much amazing news in my one oh-so-spectacular family.

Now I just need to recover and I'll be on the same level. I have great friends, great family, great partner. I'm so happy. Life is on the up and up, my loves.

This is silly...

But I just deleted all of my dating site profiles and it feels amazing.

Win.

Outcomes.

I’m reading “The Lost Symbol” by Dan Brown and it’s affirming a vast amount of what I’ve always believed as truth. That our souls, the part in us that makes us love as deeply as we do and hope and dream and gaze at the stars and wonder is a sliver of the universal consciousness that we know as God. That people who love richly and are kind and patient tend to have sweeter lives than those who stay mired in anger and angst. I don’t find in coincidence that when my life goes hectic and crazy and I stay positive and hopeful that things work out in my favor; that the hope for my wellbeing that’s given so freely by the people I care about helps bring about wonderful outcomes.

My most recent wonderful outcome is definitely Steve. I feel like I’m perpetually smiling, perpetually glowing, because I have this tremendously great partner to share my thoughts and emotions and days with and he understands it. And likes to hear it. And remembers. I’ve told him more small silly things about myself in moments of comfortable amicability than almost anyone else and not only does he like to hear it, he remembers it and smiles at me later and whispers something about how much he loves my brown eyes or the way I grin.

I feel like all of my rough spots and determined positivity has ripened me like a good wine for someone who could appreciate it, and that’s him. And I feel like my life as a whole and all of the lessons I’ve lived and the spans I’ve grown in the recent years has made me capable to enjoy and cherish him for who he is and what we can be together.

I am glowing and joyous and effervescent. I am thankful. I’m one with my soul and with you and with everything above and below and feel at peace.