cmk418 | Abundance

So here I sit in my apartment with barely two nickels to rub together and I'm quite happy. Why? Is having cabinets full of clean dishes what it takes? It helps. Does enjoying some great pasta count? Sure does. Is it the fact that I had coffee for the first time in a couple of weeks? That may explain the physical uplifting, but not the mental. Was it because we had good church today? Partly (and my singing voice was right on, thank you very much). The abundant flow of ideas, of creativity, of being able to write every morning and every evening about my life and then throughout the day about the characters in my head or the characters that I'm borrowing from someone else (thank you, Tom Fontana). But it's just such a lift. Right now I feel like I'm riding those last 10 pages of script even though I'm nowhere near done on it. These short assignments are keeping me active. I'm going at it like a crack addict. Maybe I'm overcompensating for the couple plus years that I've been away. No matter the reason, I couldn't be happier.

I am celebrating my 10th anniversary of coming out to myself. So I'm 10 in queer years - quite a bit older than that in actuality. That's a good thing. I am so grateful to everybody who has supported me along this path, including my family and friends. It's been one heck of a journey and it'll only get better from here on in.