I woke up this morning 200 yards from the pacific ocean.
I bought a latte (and some banana bread), and went down to the beach.
I sat on the pier, smelled the smells, savored the food and drink, watched the surfers and the fisherman, the birds and the waves. The walkers and joggers.
I left everything I had behind over the last month. A lifetime of possessions and accumulations. Packed a couple of suitcases, and drove away from it all. My soon to be ex can have it all - and there is a lot. I don't need much in the way of material things. I need simple moments.
This was the best morning I've had in a decade.
I have a decent job I start tomorrow. I don't know anybody, but I'm learning more and more about me.
I want to love and be loved, but I'm starting with loving me. My theory is that if I love me, so will other people. I'll let you all know how it works out - but I know a month ago when I wanted death, I'm glad I pulled through it with the help of SF.
If you told me I could win the lottery, or have what I have this very moment - I'm taking this moment.