The Tangerine Mind Sunshower Light Fantastic

I feel like I haven't had much to talk about lately. My life is pretty constant--I wake up, go to lab, hang out with retinal cells [bust my ass to keep them alive, bust my ass to kill them, etc], come home, make dinner, jazz around my apartment, go to sleep. Which sounds distinctly uninteresting when I try to write about it.

I think it's good, in some respects, to have nothing to talk about. My therapist released me from care last week because we had accomplished all of our therapy goals. I'll still go to her for 30 minutes a month to have check-ins, but I think it's a good sign that she felt confident enough to release me. I feel so even-keeled these days, so OK that it feels incredible. It doesn't mean that I feel complacent, or that I don't think about my health--it's just that I feel fine, that I don't worry too much. My emotions are so in-range, so unbelievably HUMAN.

It feels good. It feels good. It all feels so good.