last night i went to target. target is wonderful. a haven. i can take any problem to target and find some distraction. so when i found myself sitting around, feeling a bit glum (isn't that a lovely word?), i decided to get out of the house and go pick up a few required items for my new apartment (i moved--yay!). and you know what? i'm proud of myself for going to target. that's right. proud of myself. for going to target.
i know, i know. target isn't much better (if at all) than those other big-box stores. consumerism is bad. retail therapy is bad. yada yada. but i'm still proud of myself. because i could continue sitting on my rear end, wishing somehow my computer would connect me to a real live person (which i'd already been doing for well over an hour); or i could get off my rear end and engage. with something. anything. even if it was just going to target to buy a trashcan with a lid on it so my new kitchen doesn't stink.
you know what else i'm proud of? when i was at target, i resisted spending $65 on the only wireless router that looked reliable just because i want wireless at my new place RIGHT NOW, not in a few days. instead, i put it back on the shelf and, when i got home, did a bit of research about wireless routers and where to get the best prices (any suggestions? i'm still figuring this one out). and i'm proud of myself for buying a compact fluorescent lightbulb because it's good for the environment. even if i dislike CFL's because the light they generate feels cold to me. and i'm proud of myself that the biggest indulgence of this trip to target was a compact surge protector with a built in USB charger so i can charge my phone while having my computer, lamp, and printer plugged in all at once.
this is what i hold on to right now. small things. i've done a lot of small things in the last couple of months of which i'm proud. sometimes it's as simple as calling someone--just connecting to another person. sometimes it's working--having actual ideas about actual literature. sometimes it's eating. i'm proud of myself for eating. how's that for a window into how bad things have been?
things have been bad enough that i have, in many ways, not been myself. i don't know what i would have done had i not had such incredible people loving me, helping see me through. but i haven't made it only because of the people who have helped me. as a friend pointed out , i am also one of my sources of support. i'm proud of myself for more than just little things. i'm proud of myself for big things, too. because in the last two months i've done more to change my life than i have in the last two years. i'm not happy about how things are right now. i'm not happy that my relationship with j(wh) is over. or with the outcome of the prop. 8 ballot measure. i'm not happy in my relationship with my church. there are a lot of things that could be much, much better. but i can say this much--i'm happy with myself. i'm happy that, with my family and friends' love, i have made significant changes in my life that have brought me greater peace now and which, i have no doubt, will bring happiness in the future.