Contentment

One of the best things I've (re)discovered this school year is the miracle that is girlfriends. At home, I have a handful of deeply loved girls who are a huge part of my everyday and emotional life. In fact, between grade six and grade 12, I had no 'guy friends' at all. Yet, at university, the deepest and most rewarding friendships I cultivated were with guys, with my boys. My roommate is a girl, but she is more like a combination of sister and companion than full out 'girlfriend', simply because we're forced to share the absolute minutiae of our daily lives, and (like a marriage) any mystery and a lot of vigor is quickly lost in the friendship.

But this year? I rediscovered girlfriends.



I'm pretty sure I owe them my (mildly) improved sanity, and the (hopefully) delayed/prevented slide back into some not so fun mental states. This fall, I finally recognized that I honest-to-goodness really did need some changes if I was going to be 100% okay, so I asked my roommate to shake things up a bit for the next year. She agreed, and now we're going to be living in a big, happy, girly household of five in the coming year. And I am beyond happy.



In getting to know these new roommates (one of whom is one of my Dearly Beloveds, and I was just forging a different and awesome connection with), I've rediscovered that happiness and thoughtfulness and pure energy that comes from being with girls who belong to you, compatibility and friendship-wise. Those are the exact things that were so often, and so troubling-ly, absent from my mental life. I really do feel it's given me the energy for a lot of improvements I've managed to make, like achieving my goal in a sport (a never before experienced phenomenon), making some new friends, and lowering anxiety and self-distaste (loathing is too strong a word). In the last few days, the social roll I'm on has kept me from losing the little mood struggle I've been having.

Tonight, I am really, genuinely happy, and full of girly contentment.

So as much as I love my boys, and I really do, I'm beyond excited to make a silly new family with my girls... How long until move-in, again?




Who I'm Judging Right Now: Boys who make my girls sad. Or any girls sad, actually. After several conversations I've had tonight, I'm going to turn into a horrific daddy and get a shotgun to keep them all safe. Y'hear?