I've spent this evening watching various tv episodes of various shows trying to ride the crest of weekly new episodes. My life is mostly lived inside my head without the real need for my physical body. I may as well be a brain in a jar.
Apart from a wobble last week where my ex started divorce chat, all continues to be well. I continue to exist on the quiet and keep out of harms way. Work is busy enough to be satisfying and yet I still get my evenings to myself. I continue to be thankful each day for all I have rather than mourn what I have not.
My son is still my supernova.
I give having a new partner about two minutes of my day each day but always decide it's not for me.
I have nothing to offer a person who cannot also inhabit my brain with me.
I exist like Pluto, on the fringes.
Ultimately, I'm as happy as I can be.