I write too much about the mundane but hey, I started writing for myself to begin with. Today’s momentary accomplishment felt like a breath of fresh air among all the other random shit lately. My driver’s side door and AC has been broken since last month on my car. Between my dad being freaking awesome about disassembling my door panel and fixing the door and helping me with recharging the AC, my old car is back to doing what it does best, being a car. Then work tonight, I actually felt…content. I’ve been doing this stuff now for over a year with the shift leading and I’ve got a pretty routine down, but tonight was one of those peaceful, weird zen moments where I felt like I had everything under control.
Too often I write about the bad stuff. I need to focus on the good little moments of everyday.