Five Whole Months.

During my last post, I was going through a mini emotional breakdown.

If it wasn't obvious...

There wasn't one terrbily upsetting thing to have rained on my parade, and yet, my life felt like it was crashing down all around me. This got me thinking...why oh why have I been so pathetically depressing lately?

Aha! I haven't cried since April.

Five months. It's been five whole months since I've really cried.

Maybe my bottle of Coco Cola has popped the lid. Maybe my box of packing peanuts is overflowing. Maybe pockets are overstuffed with coins. Maybe my mental stability is being shaken.

Whatever it may be, I couldn't let it go on. There must be something I can do to drain the Coco Cola, remove the packing peanuts, exchange the coins for bills, and stabilize that teeter-totter I so desperately depend on.

Although I still haven't shed a tear since April, life's getting better.

The sun is shining again. The grass is a bit greener. And life has calmed down to an excitement level I can handle.

Breathe.
Life could always be worse.
But you could always make it better.