In the shower, I finally realized something:
Like, despite my mother driving me nuts, despite not finding a job yet, I'm at peace, I'm feeling emotionally fulfilled, and I don't have any ulcers from owing anyone anything. :) I feel self-sufficient and complete. As opposed to last year's headspace (i.e. July 2000 to May 2001), I feel so much better. More confident. Freer. Actually worth something. :) I didn't realize how much my ego suffered last year. But now- happy. Like, not just the "fleeting moment" happy (we studied all this in psychology of religion,) but the long-lasting, deep-rooted, fulfilling kind of happy that only something like religion is supposed to bring (according to Tillich, anyway. I think it was Tillich. Might have been that guy who wrote "Thoughts Without a Thinker: the psychoanalysis of Buddhism.")
Have found that my Novel-Inna-Summer doesn't actually encourage writing so much as staring at the page and deciding it's too much of an effort not to use Word. Maybe I should remove the background again...
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