Glee!

Now that the Muse has released her grip...

I am so freaking happy!

I want to express it, somehow - someway. But I can't place a finger on one thing or another.

Spending an evening with just M, curled up on the couch and laughing at Robot Chicken is one.
Painting again after not feeling the least inclination to do so for two weeks is another.
(I need to go get more white paint...)
Having a vehicle so that I no longer feel pinned here is another. (Though I still won't be going out constantly. I am a bit of a hermit naturally, it's not just circumstances which keep me home.)
Writing and reading almost non-stop is bliss to me.

I cannot stand to sit still and do nothing (unless I'm meditating - but that is Still doing Something.)

I am feeling mischevious and bouncy. I want to tackle M and have a tickle fight. I want to paint non-stop all night. I want to write pages and pages, I want to read book after book. I want to laugh and sing and enjoy the company of my friends.

I am in love with my life, I can and am doing all of these things.