I got chewed out bright and early this morning by my future editor. (I cried.) Found out our basketball coach is leaving. (Cried.) Got my first F on a test that I actually, believe it or not, studied for. (Didn't cry, but I did have a minor freak out session.) I got a nice fat bill from the University for I have no idea what, since I thought everything was paid up at the beginning of the semester. Between that, a torn contact, five stubbed toes, being late to absolutely everything and now having a mountainous pile of studying facing me... you would think that I wouldn't be a happy camper right now.
But I am a smiling fool today. At first I did it on purpose. I read an article in "O" (it's my therapy, I'm telling you) that just the act of smiling, even when you don't feel like it, releases endorphins that will cheer you up. It talked about the power of optimism, too. So what started out as a forced effort accumulated into me dancing in my living room for 15 minutes, and laughing hysterically when I got that hefty bill ten minutes ago. Maybe I'm just finally having a nervous breakdown from all the stress, but I'd like to think that this positivity thing is working.
Can I get a mulligan on today? Tomorrow will be better. It has to be.
You would totally love this book I read for my nonfiction writing class called "The Happiness Project" by Gretchen Rubin. It's full of lots of silly Oprah-esque advice. She also has a blog if you would rather follow it. Anyway, keep smiling! :)
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