I wish that joy could be such a muse to me as heartbreak and indignation are! I am intoxicated by the beauty of which my life seems so wonderfully, defiantly full. I am more loved that I have ever thought possible. I am more connected than I have ever dreamed could happen. I find conversation and laughter and possibility and chance and warmth - it seems - all around me. It seems that I have never been so happy and it seems that all this is only a foretaste of the future of which I sometimes dream.
The words look trite and I cannot capture the deep and fierce optimism I feel. No matter. I'll let it stand.