Have you ever had one of those days…

when you suddenly realize that you are living the dream? Except that it’s not really any dream you’ve ever had because you couldn’t have imagined that your life would turn out this way and you’ve certainly never done anything to deserve it? I mean, you’ve never played by the Rules or worked on making yourself emotionally available. You spent several years being the opposite of available, in fact. You did some things that were a little crazy and maybe not so nice and you found all that madness entertaining. And you piled up mistake after mistake in tall stacks on your apartment floor until you could barely squeeze your way through the front door, much less let anyone else in. And at some point, probably around the age of eight, you decided that being content was the same as being boring and you swore you would never be either.

Then, while you were busy being difficult and pained and dark, some nice guy with a quick smile wormed his way into your days and then your nights and then he just plain moved in. And it was annoying at first so you tried to explain to him that he didn’t know what he was getting himself into and that to be honest he was just too Iowa for you. But slowly, you started feeling something that was a little like a mild cold, but it turned out to be peace. And now you find your self spending this rainy Sunday curled up on the new sectional and laughing at the way the dog yawns, and to you, that is the best entertainment ever.