health

it is with great regard that I can declare, and will at once declare, a change known to come as all things do, has come. happy is a river. the years have taught me the realities, of what healthy looks like. damn it if I could feel it. step inside this notion. even in terminal illness health can be found in the perspectives and tonalities of the dying. healthy is happy. happy is a choice.

theorize and understand the control theory folded under for theories of choice. an action and something has happened in my cognition. I feel free to love and support and advocate for those that would stab a hole in me to feel free. it is not my issue after all. my only focus is a secret to all those that knew me inside my major mistakes. I can love you but I don’t have to share it. that love is aural now. truly I am loving.

I’m still shying away from the acknowledgement of difficulty. I have debts to pay, but my soul is free, and my agency is adaptive. all those things learned, all the maladaptive behaviors, learned, but my soul is a dance. my person is healthy. this means running head first into a self satisfaction that will not hinder other’s and may just help those that have not seen what health can be. it can be chosen, and you will be chosen, and the choices aren’t scary, for we are not workless.

I have been happy for days, maybe weeks. I have improved and removed items in my quality world…