Keep your boots tight, keep your gun close.

Good news from the zone tumbleweeds: I'm back to blogging. Its been a crazy couple of months. My internet addiction has been neglected and suffering. Let me tell you, its absolutely not fun trying to blog on an ipod touch. o.O

So, life. Its weird, as usual where I'm involved. I have no idea where to begin even. I am now homeless. Yayay! Just kidding. Not super thrilled with that turn of events. But, I've had the chance to crash with some cool people, get to know some friends better, and understand myself and my stress coping mechanisms. Some of these realizations aren't charming, but its all part of life I guess.

In case you're interested, here's a brief summary of my life the past 2 months:

Found a new apartment! Yay! Happy! Smiles and free hugs!

...they bailed on me 24 hours before the move in date. Super sadness.

This led to mad scrambling to put everything in a storage unit and find a place to live "temporarily".

Temporary living situation ended up being nearly a month. 

At which point I moved to yet another temporary place.

The people putting me up though are basically awesome.

This leads to me being incredibly grateful for the handful of amazing people I know.

Now, mixed in all that is a bit of depression, anxiety, madness, and the usual symptoms of a panic attack. The good news is: I have have become badass at fending off all that stuff. I'm like a superhero when it comes to fighting panic attacks. I should make that into a comic book. With stick figures of course. Because I don't have the patience to really draw a comic book with figures that actually look like humans and real biological organisms.

Sometimes you just gotta take a deep breath, look at the world and accept this one simple fact: Nothing is actually in your control. Right now, there is not much I can do about the situation I'm in.  I've talked to hundreds of people. Looked at several dozen apartments, considered every single option, tried every angle imaginable. The only thing in my control right now is myself.

I can take this gigantic mess of a situation and be angry, depressed, anxious, etc.; or I can get my hair cut, buy a new sweatshirt, get the oil in my car changed, and stay on top of everything else that is actually in my control.

A lady came into the Apple store a few days ago. She was, admittedly, a little off her rocker. Pretty chill, but I had to wonder what combination of drugs she was on. Anyway, she was intense, and brutally genuine. When asked her by way of greeting how she was doing, she replied honestly and positively, and asked the same of me. I was having a great day and told her so. She smiled at me in a vague but knowing sort of way and said "Thats good. We largely create our own happiness. Good to see you looking at life in the right sort of way today."

I think I sort of stared at her for a bit. What she said made sense, and I think we all know that already, but it was interesting and refreshing to hear a total stranger just honestly say that to me. Sometimes hearing things we already know and believe stated in a simple and unexpected way kind of makes you pay attention to what you're doing.

In other news, my cat is still fluffy and adorable. He also is eating because he is stressed. He used to constantly look like he had swallowed a grapefruit, but now he looks more like he's swallowed a small cantelope. I drew a picture of him, but I only had the time and patience to draw his head.

I think I might draw the rest later. =]

Anyway, time for work!