Waiting rooms are funny, and I don’t even know why. There’s something about wasting all my time in a room covered in lights and fake pine that just makes me smile at the stupidity. I think festivity is great, but I’m not one for waiting, ya know? That’s not what I came here for and when I go places it’s important. I like to think of every action of mine as important because I wasn’t able to do virtually any of them before I started healing.
Funny things have been happening lately, and I’m not sure if they were supposed to rock my boat or not, but I was laughing. Simple things and weird things that smacked me with disbelief also just made me laugh and laugh. I don’t know if someone’s trying to make me feel bad but I genuinely am so concerned with my progress and my own life and all that that I don’t give one flying piece of garbage about anything except it. It’s like, maybe all this sounds self centered, but I think everyone should focus on their own happiness before freaking out about everything around them. You are the only person who controls your life, so start being more positive.
I’m home now, what an incredibly distracting and random day, doesn’t really feel like a day. I’m super extra tired because of the new medication I’m starting, so who even knows what I’ve done all day! I think it was take pictures of candles. LOL.
On the bright side, I got my sleep shirt from Victoria’s Secret that I ordered, it says Been An Angel All Year. So perfect! I love the VS Angels! Go Candice!!
Worry Just Enough 