Sleepovers with my best friend every weekend when I was maybe 8-9–playing with dolls, going swimming (we had a pool) and late nights grinding on Toontown (old MMO).
My cat and the way he'd always sit on my lap and demand attention, or his stupid antics (when he was alive)
Meeting my now fiancé at the airport and that whole little vacation in Oregon.
Staying with a lovely host family on a farm in Ohio for about a month.
As a child, experiencing the white sand dunes with my family, including even my father, in New Mexico.
Searching for shells in the early morning with my aunt.
Recieving praise, no matter how little, for any of my silly indulgent writings.
Life may be mostly suffering, but I never hesitate to appreciate the silver linings for what they are, and when they come. I may be ill and disabled and exhausted of my body's bullshit, but I'm still plenty grateful for my good experiences.
