Many Moons Ago

This morning, it dawned on me that it was time.

I swiftly replaced the blue cartridge that sits dutifully in the kitchen sink faucet. Like a soldier whose tour of duty has come to a close, I silently thanked the old one for providing me with (hopefully) cleaner drinking water. I saluted the fresh, new filter and waved my hankie at it as it assumed its post. I drank in the moment, no pun intended, to see what it was like to make a big deal out of nothing. Then I threw the old filter in the trash and stopped fooling around.

It got me to thinking about how often I replace these things. Just like toothbrushes, eye makeup, and white undershirts, the expendable nature of these goods constantly signal the passage of time. So I delved deeper into that thought for a minute. Where was I four-ish months ago? What battle was I engaged in? How did my ass look then, as opposed to now? etc.

The answer? I like where I'm heading. 4 months ago, I had fewer pairs of cute panties, no projects that excited me, one less scarf, a hurting heart, panic attacks, and lots of dehydration due to constant waterworks in my eye-area. Sure, it was summer, and sure, life wasn't too darn bad (I had a roof over my head and amazing people surrounding me), but the HellCat's spirits were at a major low regardless.

It was one of those times.

Fast forward. Here I am, writing this while wrapped in my embarassingly domestic polar fleece floor-length robe. It is navy blue with white stars on it. I also have on slippers. My hard drives are hard at work rendering, and my apartment smells like apples. The sky outside is cloudy, which is my favorite. In my heart, I feel like everything is possible. And this water tastes great!

cheese. g