Today was a rather nice day, after having spent most of the morning attending to some lawns that needed mowing. Took the dog out to the park, where we traversed a nice trail with some creeks for Marty to pitter around in. We also went over to the dog park where he did his usually being chased around by dogs before his diffidence kicked in and he went off to do his own thing. Though, I’ve come to the conclusion he doesn’t like water he can’t stand in.
That said, with the GRE over and the only real pressing matters at hand being applications to fill out, I’ve come to a point in this interregnum where I actually feel a sense of contentment, that things are actually headed in a positive direction. Alternatively, instead of dwindling stress, it could be that the past two weeks have been filled with a panoply of journeys into the wilderness with the trail dog at my side—Marty being almost easier to take on a hike when he’s off the leash. Either way, there’s something relaxing and enjoyable of air that lacks a noticeable temperature while listening to leaves rustle through one another as they tumble their way to the earth while a creek babbles gently nearby. Then there’s horse poop to avoid, but one must make small allowances.
After years of abject misery, of one chance after another passing by, and a cavalcade of rejection from even the ability to sustain oneself independently, it’s a bit weird to feel a feeling akin to happiness.