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Counting my blessings

I wasn't in the best of moods, these last few weeks and even getting out of bed was proving to be too much of a task. Until the rapid turnaround happened, and while I'm still going off into my black moods, I'm trying to keep from letting them engulf me and swallow me whole.

But then I that despite the several setbacks I've had, I've realised the Universe is not out to get me.

And so I can remind myself of them every time I get low and depressed, I'm making a list. Besides, I love making long list of things to do. Tis's so much fun.

1) I have a job. Much as I don't enjoy it. At least I have one with a fairly decent pay at a time when people are losing their jobs and working for pittances.

2) I have wonderful friends, who care about me. Who worry when I'm not happy and go out of their way to make sure I'm okay and I'm smiling. They're my rainbows on dark, gloomy days.

3) This blog. As long as I have this blog, I think I'll be okay. Because I have a place where I can vent and be myself without fear of judgment.

4) I have plans. Lots and lots of plans to travel and do this and do that and it just makes me feel much happier looking toward the future and all the wonderful things I will soon have.


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