a sense of enormous well-being

[devi]

I've just lost three more hours of tuition - one of my sociology students went to the Bahamas and has apparently decided not to come home. (I can see her point.) And my month-off-the-booze lasted all of three days, from Sunday until Wednesday when there was a chair-flinging brawl in the Chinese restaurant we were in, and I simply had to go and have a nice cold pint of cider to settle my nerves. (Purely medicinal, of course.)

I should probably be angsting wildly about my fast-disappearing job, the nastiness of London, being poor, having no willpower, not owning a sofa, etc etc. But instead I've been in a ridiculously good mood for days now. I'm thinking that really my life is great - filled with buzz and busyness and fascinating people and a constant power-hose flow of entertainment and information for me to lap up with all my senses. I may not be able to take the pace for ever, but right now it seems to me that one day in my house in the country as I sit with book in hand and cat on lap, listening to the birds singing, I'll be looking back on the London years with affection, not with a shudder.

I don't know why I feel this happy. There's no rational reason. It's all purely subjective, so I might as well just surf along on it while it lasts.

Comments

[norantiskitchen.livejournal.com]

I'm so pleased I'm not the only one. Every time I tell people how happy I am they try to poke me with sticks and evil phrases like 'pension plan'. They are just jealous of our ability to live in the present and not crave the materialistic trappings of life that come with a sensible job - you know, things like electronic gadgets, food and new shoes.

I do have a sofa, though, so I must be extra happy. You can come use it anytime you're in the Clapham area bluedevi :]