I've spent my evening lost in a cloud of terms like technocratic thinking, the irrationality of rationality, center-periphery differentiation, and juggernauts. I've since surfaced and now my mind is filled with the future, a good one. Hope and promise and warm fuzzies. Sociology is left far behind for the evening.
How in the world have I become such an optimist? It awes me some days, but I'm not complaining. I spent years long ago wishing I could die, and now I'm terribly excited about life. Joyous children, blossoming friendships, and a promising future.
I sometimes miss certain people being in my life. But then I think, "Their loss" and I'm just fine again. My cup is full.
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