I had a nice lunch and conversation with good friends, and I’m feeling better than I was earlier when I whined about the universe not loving me. This just happens at times of transition; I get weepy and perhaps self-piteous. But this is good. I can finally start living the new life I caught an echo of when we first moved in March. Time to get my surgery, pursue my ideas, set a timeline for adoption, figure out some solid goals. It’s new and different and scary, but it’s freedom, and I can use it to work towards my dreams.