"God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
the courage to change the things I can;
and the wisdom to know the difference."
It's easy to get down on myself, taking on the mentality I have in some way failed. Truth be told, I am proud of myself for being brave and trying to change a situation I believed I could control. I'm proud that I could see past the potential for heartache and tried to do something I thought could make me happy. I wish I could say that I was successful and didn't end up in pain after all. But I guess, in wanting so badly, I forgot that things simply cannot be in my control when another party is involved.
I tried my best, though, and I have to believe that counts for something.
I would like to say I had a good day and, to an extent, I did. I laughed a lot and worked just hard enough to feel accomplished. But I still have lot on my emotional plate I have to move on from. There's still this undercurrent of melancholy inside threatening to drag me down.
I need a pick-me-up. Let's see if Julie Andrews knew what she was talking about. In no particular order, things that I love and that I am grateful for:
- My phone full of music
- Harry Potter
- White wine
- Men's scruffy faces
- Thunder storms
- Sex during thunder storms
- Gem stone jewelry
- Letters (real ones, not that e-mail shit.)
- Red Velvet anything
- Men (when they're behaving.)
- Ladies (when they're nice to look at)
- Tits ('cause, hey, they're fun)
- Dark Chocolate
- Art Galleries
- Road trips
- Peacock feathers
- Gerber Daisies
- Swear words
- Graphic t-shirts
- Slumber parties
- Restful sleep