I feel sort of chilly right now. It’s been below 50 degrees here in Southern Coastal California, which is nothing for those of you in other parts of the country, but for us, that means rain (for once) and heavy sweaters. I can still wear sandals outside, and I can’t keep the heater on the entire ride home, but you get the picture. We’re cold.
My studio apartment is like an adorable cottage. I imagine it to be in the woods in Red Riding Hood Ville, or on the English Countryside, but alas it’s about 20 miles from Malibu, CA so I can’t really complain, can I?
In the left corner near the door is an electric stove, but it looks like an old wood-burning fireplace or pellet stove.
I’m almost ready to turn it on, and you know what that means? Christmas is coming! Yes, I’m one of those crazy Christmas Ladies (and the crazy cat lady, too!). I have my little Christmas tree ready to put up, along with three stockings. Last year I hung one for Chris, myself and the cat, Boo. They were adorable. This year Chris won’t have a stocking, which is fine. Everything must go on and life is one of those things.
The other day Mike said something really great, “A lot of people can’t see the options on the other side of a situation. They don’t see that things can be better.”
We were talking about relationships. You know when people are dating someone and aren’t really happy, but they stay anyway? Well, I was just sharing some of my own stories and experiences and he said that often times things are better on the other side (of a bad relationship) but people fail to see that that’s possible.
I guess it’s the same thing with life. You know, before I started talking about my lack of religious beliefs, I was scared to say what I was (or wasn’t). I was scared to call myself an atheist. Downright scared.
And now I can say it…I’m an atheist!
Without feeling afraid or scared.
But when I was on the side of being “silent” about a lot of that, I never expected it to be so LIBERATING and exciting to talk about my lack of faith and lack of belief in god and by being candid about what got me here. I couldn’t be happier.
I love the little things–feeling really happy about trashy TV shows like the Real Housewives franchise; being able to watch a sex scene on A Game of Thrones and not have to change the channel. I can just let the whole show play and not even let it bother me. I can go out to eat with a friend and have a few beers. I can’t explain to you what a good feeling that is. It’s great.