Happy, happy, happy

Guess what?

I'm done being negative and slightly dramatic on here. I just reread the past few posts and realized how utterly pathetic I seemed. I didn't mean to sound that way when I posted them. Hopefully I can redeem myself in the next little while.

I have missed writing. I think that with my depression that was one of the things that I lost interest in. I'm glad to say though that it's back. Well, not the journal writing part. Ugh, I just realized that it's been like a year since I was good at doing that. I'm gonna work on that, but that will come as I have more time in my life. For now, I'm just gonna go with what I've got though, and that's the desire to blog again.

I've been thinking a lot about my life right now and where I'm at and how looking at it, it's really not that great. I get up at 6:30 am, get to school around 7:30, teach a class full of snotty 11- and 12-year-olds for 7 hours, finally leave school at 6 pm to get home and do more school work. If I do anything fun it's with McK and it usually consists of eating ice cream while watching our guilty pleasure t.v. show. How pathetic does that sound? Yeah, pretty pathetic. I really don't have any friends right now besides McKensey.

But guess what?

I'm happy.

And I can't really explain why. Because I know that looking at my life it kind of sucks. But for some inexplicable reason, I'm ok with it, and I'm actually pretty happy. I think it's because I've made the conscious decision to be happy, no matter what. I'm back to feeling like myself, unlike how I felt as Sister Griffiths last winter. Sister Griffiths was a stranger to herself and was incapable of making that decision to be happy the same way that I can right now. For whatever reason her brain was jacked up, but that time is over. I want to be happy, I can be happy, and I am happy.

"Most folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be." -Abraham Lincoln