One Month Later

Have you ever gone for a walk where you let your feet lead while your head occupies itself with things other than direction and location... then you look up and find that you're somewhere totally unexpected and different than where you thought you were headed?

When I moved to the Grand Canyon I came here as an alternative to one of the worst fates I could imagine for myself. I didn't necessarily want to come back here (I lived here two years ago) but it was better than the alternative of staying where I was. I wasn't excited and I was thinking of an exit plan before I even started to unpack.

A month later, just a few days ago, I was waiting for the bus to take me to work and I was thinking about what I was going to do that day and I started to smile. I was sitting and thinking and smiling and it struck me, I'm happy. I am actually happy right now. I have friends that I care about, that I see often. I am seeing some one who makes my heart go all pitter patter. I have a job that I enjoy. And to top it all off I have one of the most beautiful backyards that anyone can imagine.

Things aren't perfect here. There are serious complications with my relationship. I'm broke and have to get a phone bill paid off before they decide to send me to collections. I'm in dire need of a dentist and I really should get an inhaler but neither are going to happen until I have insurance.

But none of that seems to matter much right now. I'll take care of all of it when I can take care of it and until then... well until then I'm going to enjoy where I'm at. Ten pounds lighter, a pants size smaller, and smiling. Not a bad start I think.