It’s weird in a way I had to laugh about in the way into work. I know how to get through adversity. I know the panic before hand, the complete ridiculousness, the crying, and the putting one foot in front of the other until it is far enough behind you.
But going through an incredibly cool thing is also something. It’s also a challenge. Like a race with your sibling is a challenge. Or holding three puppies at the same time is a challenge.
I wonder if I’ve just never been happy enough in my whole life for this long to notice this?
You know what I’m saying? I’m not sure if I’m making any sense, but it’s strange. Cool, but strange.
Edited to add:
This is an actual artistic representation of how I feel today: