Apparently it's true. I've been doing it quite a bit lately, and to my own surprise, I've been doing so willingly! I don't know where this vigor for work has come from, but it's entered my life like a surprising stranger, so it has. By this I mean the kind of stranger that perhaps professes, as if by random, a fondness for every single album and film you live for. As opposed to a stranger who, perhaps, urinates on your shoes and then giggles at his or her own genitalia. That's not the kind of stranger I ever want to meet again... !
Anyway, my jaded past is behind me, and my future is here to stay. So far it's looking rather promising, see. It's ruddy glorious being able to set-out to accomplish something, something you actually need to do, and enjoy the process of doing it. I'm hoping with every ounce of me this trend continues, as it would be awful nice to wake up for the next few days with drive and passion. Those things have seemed all to foreign to me lately - here's to a sense of purpose.
In other news I believe I'll be having a good night tonight. A celebration of a year with spaghetti dinners and apple desserts! Only myself and one other person know what this means, and I'm only really writing it as a kind of milestone for my future self to reflect on and say "yeah, that was a rather kick ass evening!"
Rockin'.