Feeling uncharacteristically alive even though I'm running on a few hours worth of sleep. I suppose this energy comes from a place wholly outside of myself. Perhaps it is because I believe in happy endings--that there is a level of peace after all has been said and done.
I walked to class yesterday and it looked like it was going to rain. I remember mumbling something under my breath to God, telling him to please give me a bit of sun. In a few hours, he answered in a way I did not anticipate. It was even more beautiful that I had hoped for. Yesterday was one beautiful day.
I guess part of this feeling stems from knowing that I have the universe on speed dial and it's there to grant me my heart's desire. I needed to feel that sense of connection--to see and understand that there is much sun after lots of rain.