Optimism has never been my forte, but for the last few weeks or so I've really been... well, forcing it and it has served me well I think. Maybe that's just the optimism choosing to see it that way, or maybe it's because everything really is better now, but I guess none of it matters all too much as long as at the end of the day I'm not lying my head down at night with negative emotions left to sit and fester in my chest.
I mean I've had plenty of instances where I had every reason in the world and was fully justified in getting down in the dumps and complaining about my situation(s). But I didn't. And I'd say that has to count for something. Nothing big- it's not like my happiness has truly affected anyone else, but still, it counts for something.
I mean I've had plenty of instances where I had every reason in the world and was fully justified in getting down in the dumps and complaining about my situation(s). But I didn't. And I'd say that has to count for something. Nothing big- it's not like my happiness has truly affected anyone else, but still, it counts for something.
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