The updates have been scanty because I've been happy/content.
Not to claim that happy = lack of thought, like some of my more cynical friends would like to theorize, but rather that my need to communicate has been sated by good friends and my desire to write is satisfied through other avenues, such as creative writing.
I used to beat my breast over the necessary components to the elusive happiness, and now that I'm here, I really can't my finger on exactly what changed in me. It's a certain attitude, a certain realization, a certain maturation, a certain acceptance.
Outlook is sunny. Spring is here. I smile more. May the updates continue to be scanty.
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