You may have noticed that I've been a bit peevish lately. Enough, you know? It's getting boring. So the other night I said to myself, "Self, you have to make yourself happy! What would make you happy?" And after running down a check list of happy things, which included fat marmots eating crackers and being effortlessly thin, I came to a rapid conclusion.
Fuck not having enough money. Fuck dreaming and not doing. Fuck all the little fears that get in the way of happiness and progress.
Yes to making a decision and doing it. Yes to action over emotion. Yes to solo travel. Yes to music in the desert, to exploration and doing things that are a little scary. Yes, yes, yes.
So I'm going. To see this, among other things, and to have an adventure.
And it's making me very happy.