Happiness is 100% what you make of it.

I suddenly realized I have a soft spot for numbers.

My kid: "I don't want to get sad and ruin my makeup."
Now that's the level of nervous system control I strive for. It's called emotional modulation. Class over, y'all.

I need to go over the ocean. Stare my people in the face, talk about everything. Get soaked in their ideas, gestures, intonations, food. Go to theater. Go outside at night. Go to someone's dacha. Listen to the guitar. And cry myself empty of all things foreign.

Your chaos 

brought me to so much

sweetness

I came back to myself

Let's laugh about it

one day