Growing up

I'm so nonchalant, lately, despite the news that I'm technically fired from my job and I just took a thousand dollar gamble. I thought about why, and realized something of why; sometime in the past few years, I realized that happiness isn't perfect, and, more importantly, it never can be. Happiness is just what you make of it; you take what you can when it comes, because shit always happens.

There's never going to be a happily "ever after," because life doesn't end like a story does. There's "happily for a little while." There's "being as responsible as you can for the stuff that happens."

So I don't have a perfect relationship with Matt. So my boss royally screwed my career. So I'm going to be poor for the forseeable future, while I scramble around trying to figure out what next. So what? My boyfriend is genuinely my best friend, I have options, I believe in myself, I have great friends, and if it's a choice between this and being dead, I'd rather have this.

Memage

Stolen from my favorite grey duck.

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July 4th

ginnunggap has written stuff that I really, really like in celebration of July 4th.