So you know that thing when you’ve been lamenting nonstop about your life out loud, and you’re about to give up and become a hermit, and you’re laying in bed on Thanksgiving morning bemoaning your state of affairs, and your new old friend texts you and you thought he was 6 hours and a whole state away and he tells you he’s coming to your town for a visit and asks what you’re doing? Yeah that thing.

So that happened yesterday. I was literally oozing self-pity and self-loathing in equal quantities, and this saint of a human being thought to reach out to me and introduce me to some of his friends. Who, by the way, are some of the kindest, sweetest people on the planet. And they’re all SO rad. They are all brilliant stars that have shined a light into my nebulous Portland existence. For the first time in more than a month, I laughed long and hard, I felt grounded and held, and safe.

So I quite literally can’t think of a single morose, self-pitying, down on my luck sob story to write today. I’m more or less on cloud 9. I only wish it could have gone on a little longer.

Having good people in my life is the path to health and happiness. I know this. The stars are aligning for me in the form of humans who share my loves and are kind to my shredded soul. I don’t have to like everyone, and they don’t all have to like me, but if a few good apples end up near the core of my orbit, I am so thankful to the universe and grateful to my friend.