I’ve mentioned before that I swing wildly between complete happiness and utter despair in a single swoop. It’s both a blessing- sad days can often be easily thrown away when I make the choice to be happy and a curse- happy moments mean nothing once sadness invades me. (And for the record ‘sadness invading me’ can occur over something as small as watching a sad car commercial). I am an emotional roller coaster. (That last sentence? Yeeeah. That might be why I’m single. That and the fact that I refuse to date someone who doesn’t love Josh Lyman and indulge me by talking about him like he’s a real person).
Despite missing out on a fantastic job opportunity last week, I find myself all sorts of happy lately. Like, the kind of annoying happy that other people have to roll their eyes at. Ned Flanders happy. And it’s the grown up happy- the kind that is dependent on myself, not solely on the acts of others. A happiness I can claim complete responsibility for, which is nice.
I saw this the other day and it made me smile. I have to end this post before I choke to death on all the sap.