Me Tarzan. You Good Thing

Okay, so one time (in band camp?) I experienced something beautiful... No bill worries. I mean, EVERYTHING was in order. Heck, if I got up one morning with the random urge for cupcakes... So be it. All was financially sound, money back in the bank et al. ...
Walking back from the bakery one morning though, I started feeling off. Something... Was off. Then I realized what it was: I was at peace. I hadn't been at peace for so long that when I found myself IN IT, my mind got worried. What's up with this good thing?
...

For a little over a year, I had a plumbing problem; the main valve inside the apartment was leaking. Drip. Drip. Drip. We devised a catchment device to catch all the water but still, we were slaves to it. Sleep was not sound; couldn't go out for any real length of time without worrying about leaking/flooding. Now I found a plumber, but as a freelancer who wasn't working regularly, monies went to other things of note (mortgage etc). Long story short, yesterday (Saturday, February 14th, 2015) I was FINALLY able to get it fixed. I SLEPT. Relief! ... Part of me still wondered when or if the next shoe would drop. My mind got worried; was it really, truly fixed? Can I really sleep now? Yes, because sometimes a good thing IS a good thing.

It's hard. Life is a boy who sometimes throws you a hail of cricket balls at 200m/hr (or so it feels) but Life is also great and sometimes a good thing (or person even) is just that... A GOOD THING. See and thoroughly enjoy your good thing.
Pax.

P.S.: this is the plumber's site. I'd recommend them to ANYONE! http://www.cymaticplumbingsolutions.com/

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