I'm alive, are you?

So I was walking down the street today thinking: when I'm running around trying to be the "best" person I can be, I sometimes forget to BE a person. What I mean is that all last year I worked my tail off and with relative success. But it's right now that I feel happy.

Not that I was unhappy, but I was very out of touch with feeling good.

Not that I am happy exactly now, but I feel different in a good way. I can't quite put it into words. Maybe it's just the aftermath of messing around...maybe it's just that I love a little drama. Or maybe it's that I like to push the envelope on what I feel.

I feel more like working right now than I have in ages.