A little light here, please

A wondrous thing happened today.  I had the energy to rearrange my apartment.

I didn't do it because I was sad, or because I was unhappy about my life. I did it for just the opposite reason.

Left to its own resources my mind can come to terrible conclusions and then I convince myself that there is realistically nothing I can, or should do about it.

This is not being loving. It is being a defeatist.

That is where a Bestest comes in. A Bestest is the safest person in the world, one who can see the truth with all its ramifications almost immediately and present them in a calm logical way that I can hear through my despair.

Then the darkness lifts and I wake up energized for the first time in a long time feeling like Sleeping Beauty rejoining the world.

Today I rearranged my apartment. I moved all the boxes under the bed. I even moved the bed, discovering yet one more way to put a simple eleven by thirty foot room together. It's amazing how many possible combinations can fit into the light.