The Many Great Things

I'm in a very good mood. I'm therefore avoiding going to bed, because A. My good mood will go away. B. I will have the same stupid nightmares that I've been having for about a month and some now. and C. I have the feeling that (I have/had this idea but just can't seem to remember now) I am going to write something I can work with at a later point.

I'm in a very good mood because I'm very glad I can see.
Yes, I often wish I could see well. I'm jealous of people who are active and play a lot of sports because (I'm also annoyingly/dangerously clumsy) I can't participate in those things and I will never be allowed to drive due to my vision suckage. But thinking of how hard it was to use a non-monitor-ed computer was so hard. I remember being taught how to use it, and how brain melting it was for me. I am really greatful that I can see. I could've been completely blind, but I am not! That is so wonderful.
I'm very glad that my boyfriend is a part of my life and he is wonderful and full of awesome. We were casually discussing the otehr day why we liked each other... And I don't really know. I just do. He just compliments me in all the aspects of my life where there otherwise would be nothing, and that is wonderful. To have him instead of a void. To have him, this life, this piece of life with him. I don't know if he and I will be together forever. No one can ever know for sure because anything is possible in life... But this 'now' is ours. This present, this here.
I'm very glad to have my friends. The true and the bad. For the bad non-friends help me appreciate the good, true friends that I do have. They help me value genuine relationships. This always change, and friends will come and go as life progresses... But the good will always be good no matter the distance, or length of time without contact.
I'm very glad of who I am. I'm very happy to find comfort in myself. The hardest thing to battle is the shapeless monsters in the depths of ourselves. Having allowed myself solace was a huge matter. I understand that I will never escape my monster/s but I can sometimes forget they exist and can sometimes live life happily. I'm glad that I have found contentment in life. It's really all I've ever wanted... And the universe granted me that wish. I'm happy for that. I'm happy that the universe feels like it's perpetually looking out for my better interests. If God was the Universe's consciousness, thank you God.

I'm stressed out about my lack of work and income. But I'm not worried. Does that make sense? I think i'm too content to worry properly... And that might be a dangerous situation waitying to happen. I don't know, really. Haha.