Well That Was Unexpected

There's not enough joy.  Way too much anxiety & panic.  But not enough Joy.  It was a surprise to me then to wake up and feel really Happy.  Like for the first time this year I felt like Me.  The funny, kind and very much like I used to be me.  Not that old, careworn and angst-ridden monster who had taken me over (temporarily).

I might be getting better.  Healthwise I mean.  I'm still rubbish at more than a billion things, but aren't we all?

Naja.

What was it that William Blake wrote?

He who binds himself to a Joy
Does the winged life destroy
He who kisses the Joy as it flies
Lives in Eternity's sunrise

I haven't thought of that in ages, but it kind of sums up this feeling of optimism that I have.

I'm beating this.  And I'm beating this on my terms.  I'm not just dulling it with drugs, I'm winning.

Take my hand & I'll show you Hope.

And some migrating cranes.

On a serious note, it's Election day here in Hessen for the State Parliament. I hope every AfD voter has forgotten how to spell X.

F*** 'em, I have Hope.