Finally, the day has come where we move OUT of this tiny, one bedroom apartment and upgrade to a two bedroom with a fenced in backyard (and where people don’t die in our apartment pool – but that’s a whole ‘nother story!). I’ve actually got about 3 hours before we can get the keys, so I’m somewhat relaxed. I plan to do the dishes, read a little, and study in the next three hours. Hunter and Romeo are both sound asleep and the only noise in my apartment is the fishtank because it’s low on water (easier to move when it’s like that).
Sometimes, I go through tough times. Nothing particularly bad goes on in my life, I just don’t always have the most positive attitude. In the past several weeks, I’ve realized how easy it is for me to go from being in a great mood to seriously hating my life. It’s like someone has flipped a switch, and that concerns me.
But to be honest, I have so much to be thankful for. I have a wonderful family – despite the major drama we have going on from time to time – they are supportive of me and only want what is best for me. I wouldn’t be who I am today without Tom. I can’t wait to take on his last name and make our relationship the most official it can be. My little kitty cat makes me so happy, too – he knows just how to cheer me up. I really think animals know when you’re sad or upset, even if you’re not outwardly showing it. This new little puppy is already very protective of Tom and I, too.
School is going well, I have the most amazing friends a girl could ask for, my bills are paid, there’s food on the table. I have a good job, go to a GREAT university, and have spent the last three years of my life living it up and enjoying myself immensely. I’ve grown a lot, and learned even more about myself than I ever could imagine.
With all of that being said, why shouldn’t I be more positive? I need to learn to push the negative thoughts away – as I just demonstrated, there is no reason to have the negative thoughts. There’s nothing about me that needs to change – maybe minor things, like not cursing so much or getting more exercise – but I’m not a bad person. I am compassionate, helpful, genuine, and trustworthy. Daily, I need to remind myself of this because in some cases where confidence is essential, I’m being held back. Considering the way my life is right now, why shouldn’t I be more confident?



















