Un bien jour.

It was a good day. It was a good day all the way through, which happens to me very rarely. Dad made me pancakes for breakfast, and I got some substantial writing done for the first time in days, and I got to visit the library in our new district for the first time and checked out a book I've been meaning to read for months. Dad and I read Wikipedia synopses of past Marvel comic lines that panned out rather badly and discussed the absurdity of anthropomorphic superhero raccoons in the context of our different childhoods, and speculated about the intense twists that might show up in the new Iron Man movie next April. I wasn't exposed to any more dragging reruns of The Property Brothers or any more bridal reality show drama. The overpowering floral air freshener was out of scent spray. Dad bought the Avengers on Blu-Ray, and we and Rach watched it, and it was just as fantastic as I remember it being in theaters—even without surround sound. There was so much subtle cleverness and depth and humor I didn't pick up on the the first (three) times, and even more when we watched the deleted scenes. We made cookies. Dad and I competed with our scary deep-voiced impressions (and I was in the running, too, despite being twenty and female.) I texted Gwen for a couple of hours and we geeked out about Avengers and the crazy lineup of Marvel movies coming out over the next couple years and about the most hilarious episode of Firefly (i.e., Jaynestown) which Gwen watched for the first time today. I posted silly things on Facebook that made people laugh (I hope). I spent the day opening up and laughing more than I have in awhile. I just felt really good about today—not stressed, not anxious, not tired—I experienced and expended a good balance of sad ("happy for deep people") feelings and excited feelings and intrigued feelings and really happy feelings, and a balance of extroverted and introverted energy. I read in Ezekiel and Matthew and I worked on a poem. I told people I love them. It was just a really good day. I don't have those often, and I am grateful for this one.

It's these kinds of days that actually make me feel kind of excited about—and capable of—living a whole life and being a person who really means something. It's like a tiny cosmic reminder that I am sentient and I am real and I am worthwhile to somebody, you know? It's a really nice—actually kind of incredible—feeling.