A life that is full, in many senses.

I'm working at my new job (today is only my third day) at the moment: a non-profit, community-minded music school. It has proved enjoyable thus far.

Even though it is Monday, I'm still stuck on the weekend. It (this weekend) was intense for a number of reasons. There were a couple bumps (albeit funny and ironic in retrospect--well, even somewhat so at the time if I'm to be honest) along the way but by the end it revealed itself as one of the best weekends in memory. I spent time with friends (one in particular who came for a visit) and lived life fully, doing everything and doing nothing. I explored the city and laid in bed, laughed and ran and almost cried. There is no other acceptable way to describe it: it was very close to perfect. OK. I think I've divulged enough in this public forum. Just know that it was great.

I am in a "good place" right now. I've been working to make some positive changes lately and the dividends are quickly becoming apparent. I feel much more rested and satisfied in general, and hell--you could even say there is a bounce in my step as of late. I don't know if that is actually physically the case, but the sentiment holds true anyway.

Today I've actually felt a bit off for a couple of reasons: because of a time-consuming situation I'm unexpectedly having to deal with, and because every free moment has been filled with meetings, classes and work. But if I take a step back and really look at my life--right in the eye, so to say--I cannot justify feeling sorry for myself in any way, even with this new complication and a full schedule. I have a great deal to be happy about, and damn if I'm not going to make good on that feeling!

Yes sir, I am happy. And I'm going to make the most of that feeling, using it as fuel during what might otherwise be one of the most stressful weeks on record. Now if that isn't a full life, a life fully lived...