Rachel Platten’s Fight Song is playing on the radio.

Pasta is cooking, and I’m dancing.

Old chacos, slick Nike pangs, t-shirt full of holes

Maybe I’m not as happy as I was a few months ago. Maybe I’m still finding myself. Maybe I’ve had a lot of bad days recently.

But I can dance

And I can sing along

Nothing is guaranteed for me, and maybe is all I have to grasp onto…….but I know that is is enough for me.

I still know I can be happy.

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