Today was a great day, but thinking about it, every day is. I may be depressed, sad, feeling like poop, but I am healthy and alive and that's really all I can ask for. All of the other things are minor. My weight, whether or not I finished my work that day, whether or not I passed the level I'm stuck on in candy crush (479 if you're wondering). These are all things that will not matter today, tomorrow, or the next. They can be modified and changed because every day is a new day.
I was exhausted today, per usual, but I didn't let that stop me from going out. I went to Ikea with my mom and sister, dancing and singing Lego House by Ed Sheeran to them, as they walked away in horror pretending I was a stranger. I look around that maze of a store and have hope. One day I will afford that walk in closet. One day I will have that bedroom set in my own place. One day I will decorate my children's bedroom with only the coolest of things. Walking around that monstrosity reminds you that this sadness and funk is only temporary. There will be a day that these battles with myself and my happiness will be worth it. At that point, I'm not saying things will be easy, because they won't. I will hopefully, however, find peace within myself. Just strange that walking through Ikea can remind you and inspire you to continue, but I take it in stride. These triggers keep me going through the best and the worst of the days and makes me look forward to the future. I am not stuck.
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