Trying to keep my mind on the good stuff. And that theory that you can choose to be happy?
Bunk. Especially if you aren't really sure why things seem to suck so much.

Fake it til you make it, that's my current method. If I pretend I'm happy then maybe I'll start to believe it. Isn't that like lying, though?

It's just regular life angst stuff. Nothing can change it, it is what it is. I just have to get over or past or around it somehow.

Long weekend coming up which is good. There is the promise and hope of sleep, but not likely true good stuff until Sunday night. It continues to elude me and then there are commitments.

I remember being in Catholic school and hearing the talk about "getting the call" or hearing God communicate with you. Yeah, I never felt nor heard that. I always thought everyone else but me did, and there was something wrong with me. I think in some ways I'm still waiting for that voice to tell me what to do, where to go, how to be. I wonder, is this all there is? Because it's not all that.

Wow, am I a barrel of fun today. I'm working on changing that perspective. So far it isn't really changing. Giving up would be worse than not succeeding, though.

Please tell me I'm right!