I'll just jump straight to the request: I have been feeling quite good this year so far, two weeks in. Equitable. Even well-balanced and fairly energetic. There's no cause for it - to the contrary, there's plenty of reason for the opposite. From my broken filling to my dog swallowing a bit of saran wrap when my friend's dog just died from eating a plastic bag. But it's just not dragging me down and sending me to bed.
It's a bit surprising. I am believing more than ever that happiness and sadness aren't determined by what happens to you or around you. Not exactly. I think it's like one of those teeter-totter punching bags kids used to have. You may sock the clown far to one side, but he springs up right again.
I've been working, I'll totally admit, to building up better ballast in myself. One of my mantras toward this end has been, "If you haven't got problems, you're probably dead." I've found it completely true so far. It's a win in many ways to have a problem.
On a lighter note, I've been making great progress in my efforts to become a gold digger: I got my bf to buy me lunch at work. We work in the same office and he pretty much believes it's my duty to take care of myself and hold my own at work. Haha. He even opened the door for me today!
Oh.... I don't mean he held it open, I mean I actually report to the French arm of the company and can't get a card key because the French arm doesn't manage American facilities. So I have to knock on the door, and he usually lets (makes) someone else open it for me!
Ahaha! I think it's so funny.
