The other day I was asked:

What does your ideal day look like?

“This is pretty good.”

I responded, as I sat underneath a tree by the ocean with my new friends.

It’s a question I used to ask alot.

Journal about it.

Etc.

These days it has less relevance since my inner life is typically one of peace.

Enivronment plays a part, but it’s small.

I live a simple life.

Typically stick to myself.

Don’t interact with too many people.

A day out in nature is more than enough.

Could it be better?

Sure.

It seems things can always be better.

Enough is pretty damn awesome though.

I’ve spent plenty of time feeling like things are not enough, like most people.

And that’s a garbage way to live.

Is what it is, until it isn’t.

Do things.

Grow.

Get better.

Work through traumas and stuff.

Improve your life.

Sweet Pete.

There’s not much to say about what it feels like being with myself.

On an average day, there’s barely any impediments or stressors.

What’s left is this kind of calm neutrality.

Floating acceptance.

It’s cloud 8.

Other days are cloud 9 where things are divine.

Wrote that because it rhymed.

I like slime.

Back to the point — cloud 9 is when love, joy, or bliss are rampant.

Cloud 8 is the calm neutrality.

A light pleasantness.

Swiftness.

Breezey.

No hatred toward myself.

Doesn’t cross my mind.

Sometimes undesirable thoughts arise.

When they do, I accept them.

Maybe make a short action plan.

Then continue on with life.