"And I-I, am Gi-iv, ing Up, On Greener Grasses"

I feel like writing.  Which is odd, because that feeling hasn’t happened in awhile, yet I just produced an 87 paged thesis and turned it into the honors office yesterday

And what is more funny is now that I have started, I feel like I have nothing to say and really should delete this whole thing.

It is the red nail polish.  I don’t paint my fingernails.  Ever.  But I have new roommates—great roommates—and all of the sudden I have cherry red, sparkly, shiny, red paint on my fingernails that distracts me every time I turn the page of a book or pick up a pen.  I’m in love with it.  And I actually put on makeup, and a smile, this morning.

 I blame the nail polish.

But maybe it is the New Year.  I used to swear I didn’t believe in those.  Maybe it is being invited to the final round of Teach for America’s interview process.  Getting flowers from Maggie for finishing my thesis.  Getting accepted to speak at two, maybe three conferences.  Helping to organize another conference.  Getting “have a good day” texts from friends.  Having my first opportunity to teach a class.  Devouring Tolkien again.  Learning to pray in my own way.  Being genuinely excited about Valentine’s Day for no good reason other than to have an excuse to goof off and wear mismatched socks.  Raising my hand in class because I actually did the reading.  Knowing I’m going to graduate in three months.

I feel perfectly happy right now.  Not because life is perfect, but I just feel at peace with the uncertainty of life at present.  Tomorrow it might drown me again, but for today, right now, typing this with bright red, freshly painted nails, I feel like I could basically do anything.

Amen.