Just call me G

It's a very Goldilocks day.

Not that everything is just right. That's a Baby Bear day. And it's not a bad day. It's just that everything is . . . not quite right.

I woke up at 6:00, because who doesn't love getting up an hour before the alarm goes off on a day when the alarm will never go off because it's their freakin' day off? Grocery, pharmacy, breakfast, trick the cat nto her carrier, vet, home again, lunch. And nap? Nope. Falling asleep with the book in my hand, but lie down book-free and, well, I'm definitely not wide awake but I definitely can't sleep either.

It's overcast so turn on the light, but then it's too bright.

Chilly so snuggle under the duvet, but then I'm too hot. Ditch the duvet and ten minutes later I'm cold again.

But . . .

It's my day off. I have a job. Yes, I'm looking for a different one because I am so done with the library. But I do have a job. It could certainly pay better, but it pays well enough that I don't have to work another job on my days off just to pay my mortgage and buy groceries.

I have an animal companion. And she has been and is a great comfort while I'm fighting burnout and anxiety. I can afford to get her the basic medical care she needs. She actually went into the carrier pretty easily. And she hasn't puked since we got home.

I own (me and two banks) a nice home with creature comforts like a couch and duvets. I paid the electric bill without having to sacrifice something else -- food, a visit last weekend from a friend.

Bestie's partner is miserable. Every day is a Goldilocks day for him. He can't find one good thing in his life. Truly. He can only gripe. Which just seems to reinforce the bad. He can't even seem to hear it when people talk about the good things, like complimenting their house.

I don't want to hide behind rose-colored glasses, but dear lord, I do not want to be perpetually disappointed with everything. So I'm reminding myself the light might be brighter than I like and the duvet too warm, but the couch is cozy and I'm just lazy on my day off because I can.

I was going to post about getting out last weekend and doing fun stuff with a friend and really just having a good time and all. But this seemed more important. A reminder to myself to not take the good things, however small, for granted. That it's okay to admit the negatives, just don't wallow so deeply in them you can't see out.

Most things will not be just right. Most days won't. But too-hot porridge will cool and cold porridge can be reheated and maybe you shouldn't be eating someone else's lunch. Seriously, go buy yourself a cheeseburger or something if you can't be bothered to make your own porridge.