I planned on saying that today was another nothing day where nothing of note occurred. One can't expect to have a life where everyday that passes is worthy of drawing in others and reporting. Then I started wondering if maybe that's exactly what life is and that's the point of it all. If life is indeed a brief flash of light between two eternities of darkness, should we not shout out and proclaim every day of it? But that's not what this is about.
Last night an old friend got in touch with me out of nowhere just to tell me how great I was. She said "You are made of star dust and amazing."
Today I worked up the courage to do two things that terrified me.
Today I finished the designs I've been struggling with all week.
Today I had beer, then subsequent coffee with an old friend and reminisced about the best times of the worst times.
I sat down fully convinced that nothing of note had happened since we last spoke.
Wow, I can be such an asshole sometimes.