Perhaps all it took was the act of recognizing the rut I had been in. Or the subsequent lifestyle adjustments that were made in its wake. All I know is that things seem different. Nothing has really changed. The job is the same. My boss still hates me. The address unchanged. The relationship status still where it was before. Apart from a slightly modified hairstyle, I look pretty much the same. But strangely, for the past couple of weeks, I am all of a sudden...sunny. Perky, almost. Yes, the same outside forces that annoyed me continue to irk but their power to enrage is now lessened.
And yet, the other day, reflecting on the idea of "waiting for life to start," I thought to myself: "Life has started, and it is good." Hardly glamorous, or even that wild, for that matter. But peaceful in the place where it has landed. Because it annoys me when people gush on about how perfect their lives are, I will try to refrain. Besides, things are far from perfect. But they're pleasantly tolerable in their current conditions and will hopefully remain that way for some time to come.