and you’re my favourite thing

When thinking about my life right now, in this moment, I’m definitely “happy”. But that term isn’t quite what I’m looking for, because I’m “happy” when I open the fridge in the morning and realize I still have orange juice. Despite the obvious joy of breakfast nectar, this is way more than orangejuicehappy.

And when I consider the near future, I’m certainly “excited”. I’d say I’m “excited” about certain upcoming cultural events, but the anticipation I feel for the more significant aspects of the future is much… deeper than even obligatory speedboat explosions.

I also feel really, really “lucky”. But I don’t know if that’s necessarily the appropriate term either. It’s “lucky” when you’re almost late for the train and it’s also slightly delayed, allowing you to catch it anyway. Although aspects of random chance certainly factor into all events, my life is more than pure happenstance.

I’m also a little bit “nervous”. I don’t want to screw this up somehow. Ok, “nervous” is probably the exact right word.

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