Have a Nice Day

Thank you to the tradition of celebrating St. Patrick's Day with a bunch of alcohol.

Thank you to my wonderful friends who I went out with last night. I wasn't feeling great yesterday, but laughing with you made me feel carefree and happy. I will hold onto the memories from last night (those I can remember). However, next time we're taking away Claire's phone so she doesn't send crazy texts, and we're not giving Kalie my phone because she'll accidentally throw it. And yes, it was a complete accident - one that I believe could have happened even if she was sober.

Thank you to the random strangers who accepted my high fives. I love high-fiving people. It's like you all knew that by accepting my high-five, you were making me happy. Also thank you to the servers who acted like a bunch of screaming girls was completely normal. Thank you to the Bon Jovi tribute band. And thank you to the guy who handed us the tacos because those tacos were awesome.

Thank you to my sober boyfriend, who very graciously listened to me screaming with laughter in the car as he drove me home. He didn't even tell me to be quiet. He also didn't stay over, which was great because I could sprawl out across the bed. Oh and then he stopped by this morning, I think to make sure I was alive. Very nice of him.

And thank you to my grandmother. She fed me and did all my laundry today. Pretty awesome.

Let it Be

I look at my past with fondness, and I look toward my future with hope. I won't stop smiling just because other people can't. I'm happy.

Of course, there are still moments that come at me like a bull on steroids. The moment were your ex sister-in-law unfriends you on a social network? First I get mad because all I ever wanted for her was happiness and she went down a similar path I did. But when it comes to my happiness she appears to not give two shits. Then I get sad because she was at one point one of my greatest friends. But, like so many things in the past few months, I eventually become okay again.

Sometimes I wish I weren't so strong because sometimes I do just want to fall to pieces. But I am living the way I think I should be, and I know that there is nothing wrong with what I'm doing. People get hurt, but they will be okay.

Feelin' This

The human body fascinates me in the way it responds to certain things.

There's the bad things that make your body respond. Every time I see a cop in my rear view mirror, I swear I stop breathing. When I hear the word "Shackleton" my face automatically gets a disgusted look. Hearing the sound of thunder gives me goosebumps.

And then there's the good stuff. A single glance from someone, and all of a sudden your heart is beating like the wings of a hummingbird. A simple touch on your forearm and you can practically hear blood pulsing through your veins. Or the feel of someones lips on yours raises your temperature about ten degrees.

But the thing I like the most is when that person looks me in the eyes before softly kissing me. The entire world pauses, almost like everyone in the universe is holding their breath so the moment isn't ruined.

I find myself smiling more and more lately.

This is good.