many hearts; many years

This year I didn't go to the town's GI fest... known as the "M.E.A.T. Party." I'm not sure why, I didn't get an invitation in the mail... wait, I never got one in the mail. I always got my invite from someone at a bar. But I didn't go to bars much, so I didn't get an invite. And the part that I think of the most is that I really don't care.



I'm not who I was a year ago, thank goodness. I'm at a place in my life where I think I'm back on track. I wasn't myself for a few years, caught up in the glitz and glam of the gay lifestyle... it's fun and exciting. But I think I've learned to take it in moderation. At least I hope so.

Lately there have been a few hoops that I've needed to jump through, a few bumps for which I've needed to slow down. I've had to take a few steps back and think about what is important to me. Family, good friends, good grades in school, honesty, and integrety. I'm doing much better about my budget and I'm also doing much better about homework and getting to the gym and running a few miles.

I find that I'm happier these days as well. And I think I'm finally understanding that happiness really does lie in your own hands. And that's no secret.