Positivity is condusive to happiness
I think I’m the only white Gen-X girl who enjoys going to church. Where are the other chics, the Moliehis and Concettas of Boston who like spirituality as much as I do? Tonight was great. Often I want to cry in church when something is super inspiring; I had that again this evening. Readings were all on Truth and power and fearlessness and protection and the nothingness of seemingly all-encompassing world problems and threats. Obviously, it was in response to events in London. I left penitent, aware of the things I’ve said or done that haven’t been right, eager to be a better person, cognizent of my own ability to conquer the world. I think this is how faith is supposed to make people feel. I hope everyone feels this way sometimes. For me it’s most frequent on Wednesdays.
It’s a gorgeous night in Boston. I rode to Ry’s alone and got ice cream alone and sat in his flat alone and spoke cellularly to people in faraway states. M. is returning next week for excursions involving me and Irish chicken and documentaries. Which is exciting. And there’s thunder tomorrow. Also incredibly exciting. I booked a flight home to Philly for next month. [Exciting.] Things are, on the whole, positive and happy. Which I couldn’t be more grateful for.