I have been busy lately.
Not the bad kind of busy where you sit in an office from 7 until 6 and type away somewhat meaningless documents for little pay.
And not the kind of busy that has you coming home at night exhausted and stressed and stops you from sleeping well.
No, I have been the happy kind of busy, which I have yet to decide if it is good.
I have had dinners with friends, hosted small dinner parties, tried out new recipes, taken dance classes, went to the beach, celebrated engagements, bought beautiful clothes. I've tried out new coffee shops, read delightful books, watched tidbits of movies I'd always hoped to see and planned outings with friends I've missed. I've made new friends over meals and planned future careers. I've booked flights halfway across the country and discovered new bands worthy of being obsessed over.
I've had a lot of fun and loved a lot of people and been happy.
But that pessimist in me, that little girl who thrives off of elegies and dirges, wonders if this isn't all an illusion, if maybe grown-up life is supposed to be something other than coffee dates and dinner parties. For the moment, however, I'll soak in the summer sun and smile with glee, because this week has been delightful.
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