I Am Me: When being someone else becomes too much

Last night before I went to bed, I told my friend Erin that due to how gloomy my blog seems to be, today I would write a happy entry to raise the mood a little bit. All day today, I was on the look out for something outstanding to happen that I could write about.

Tonight, I've sat here for about an hour, looking at my screen, trying to figure out what I could write about. What happened today that people would find happy and interesting. But you know, I don't think that matters really.

I hung out with friends. We spent time together and watched some shows/movies. It was fun. That made me happy.

I talked to people I haven't heard from in a long, long time. And they are doing alright. That made me happy.

I turned in my last paper for about another month yesterday. Today I was able to relax and sit around doing whatever I wanted to do. That made me happy.

I had an argument with my dad today. These days, it seems like half the time we talk, we're arguing about something. But I wouldn't give him up for anything, and I know he wouldn't give me up either. That makes me happy.

It was a day of music, a day of friends, of talking, of tv, of fun, of caring.

Yesterday was a rough day for a lot of people. I'm sure today was too. There is a lot that could be said, there is a lot that shouldn't be said, and there is a lot that nobody has words for. But everything is going to be ok.

Just remember, if you've got yourself stuck in a pit, the only direction you can go is up.