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There have been lots of dips and swings lately. Requisite drama, craziness, midterms... With each passing day, I know better where I stand. I guess that's good. I've been fluctuating wildly between feeling like shit and feeling damned good about myself, but the ruts seem to be getting shallower and shallower. Probably symptomatic with actually forcing myself to get back out into the world.

In the last week I've helped people, met old friends, seen new ones, and started to come to terms again with who and what I am. What you are is nothing that has to be announced outright to the world; it's something people see and realize. And that's okay. It's okay for people to point out the obvious. And it's okay for you to be okay with it. You are who you are. Nothing changes in that respect aside from the occasional redefinition.

This seems a little incoherant, and I'm not sure where I'm going with it. Suffice it to say that I currently feel a bit more comfortable in my own skin (which is good, 'cos I can't take it off). I'm not angry, I'm not depressed or hermitagely-inclined.

This may last only for the duration of tonight, but that's still good. I had a good day today: told I was talented, passed some exams, ate Chinese pineapple shortcake and drank tea for the Moon Festival, watched and took pictures of a successful protest, listened to a spontaneous musical performance and got a fabulous massage. It's also cool to be accepted as a lesbian even when you're in a relationship with a man. (Gender, orientation, all fluid. A pox upon labely-folks.)

Now is a time for harvest, a time for reaping what you've sown and either being satisfied with the bounty or faced with hardship from the meager return. It seems this season I've done well. And things will work out okay for all. Even for those whose harvest was sparse, I have fruit to share.

We'll all make it, and things will be okay.