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Greetings, loves!
Before I get into anything specific, I'll state for the record that this post finds me significantly happier than did my last one... for those of you that know me well, you know this is simply due to some good old-fashioned cognitive behavior modification (that sounds like social work gobbledygook, I know... my apologies) and counting my blessings. It sounds way cheesy, I know, but thinking positive really does have a huge effect on one's happiness. It's not always easy, and there are times when it feels disingenuous or as though I'm being ignorant, lying to myself... but it's a delicate balance to strike and, like anything worth pursuing, takes a bit of effort. At any rate, I'm closer to the person I want to be without letting life's minutiae get me down. What do I have to be sad about, really? Name one thing. I'm not trying to say that trivializing my problems is the way to go; I've been through a substantial amount of shit in the past year (hell, in my life thus far) that undoubtedly had an impact on the person I am. And it's not that I've decided to disregard it all, to cast it off as insignificant and believe everyone else has been through worse crap than I have. I'm just saying that I'm learning to take the bullshit, take from it what I can gain and use toward my own personal growth and simply weed out the rest. Score one.
That being said, I feel a bit odd writing about being happy. Blogs are the modern-day successor to the gripe, and it's true that writing comes easiest when I'm pissed off or upset about something. Writing about happiness seems as though I'm oversimplifying it, jinxing it in a sense... like, I'll put something down into concrete form for all the world (or my little corner of it, as it were) to see and then it'll all up and change the next day. Knowing me, it's entirely likely, but I think I've got something to keep my spirits up for quite some time. I've grown closer to my family than ever before, I'm going to school to land my dream job, and I'm in love with a wonderful person who accepts me as I am and yet still challenges me to become a better person. What more could a girl ask for? (Besides an assload of new shoes, clothes, and other things of the girly materialistic persuasion... but my birthday's coming up so I really can't complain).
OK, off to get clean (I just finished the best run I've had in quite some time, despite the fact that it's hot as balls outside... come to think of it, said good run might have something to do with the "weeeee!" tone of this entry)... but life's looking up, and I wanted to share after my Debbie Downer-esque last post.
Take care, everyone... if I haven't talked to you in awhile, chances are I miss you; even if I have, who do I live nearby that reads my lj? No one! So basically, I miss you all. Au revoir!
<3
K
Before I get into anything specific, I'll state for the record that this post finds me significantly happier than did my last one... for those of you that know me well, you know this is simply due to some good old-fashioned cognitive behavior modification (that sounds like social work gobbledygook, I know... my apologies) and counting my blessings. It sounds way cheesy, I know, but thinking positive really does have a huge effect on one's happiness. It's not always easy, and there are times when it feels disingenuous or as though I'm being ignorant, lying to myself... but it's a delicate balance to strike and, like anything worth pursuing, takes a bit of effort. At any rate, I'm closer to the person I want to be without letting life's minutiae get me down. What do I have to be sad about, really? Name one thing. I'm not trying to say that trivializing my problems is the way to go; I've been through a substantial amount of shit in the past year (hell, in my life thus far) that undoubtedly had an impact on the person I am. And it's not that I've decided to disregard it all, to cast it off as insignificant and believe everyone else has been through worse crap than I have. I'm just saying that I'm learning to take the bullshit, take from it what I can gain and use toward my own personal growth and simply weed out the rest. Score one.
That being said, I feel a bit odd writing about being happy. Blogs are the modern-day successor to the gripe, and it's true that writing comes easiest when I'm pissed off or upset about something. Writing about happiness seems as though I'm oversimplifying it, jinxing it in a sense... like, I'll put something down into concrete form for all the world (or my little corner of it, as it were) to see and then it'll all up and change the next day. Knowing me, it's entirely likely, but I think I've got something to keep my spirits up for quite some time. I've grown closer to my family than ever before, I'm going to school to land my dream job, and I'm in love with a wonderful person who accepts me as I am and yet still challenges me to become a better person. What more could a girl ask for? (Besides an assload of new shoes, clothes, and other things of the girly materialistic persuasion... but my birthday's coming up so I really can't complain).
OK, off to get clean (I just finished the best run I've had in quite some time, despite the fact that it's hot as balls outside... come to think of it, said good run might have something to do with the "weeeee!" tone of this entry)... but life's looking up, and I wanted to share after my Debbie Downer-esque last post.
Take care, everyone... if I haven't talked to you in awhile, chances are I miss you; even if I have, who do I live nearby that reads my lj? No one! So basically, I miss you all. Au revoir!
<3
K