Don't Worry, Be Happy

After another crash and burn I am trying to look forward. I will be seeking professional help, but in the meantime I realize I no longer know how to be happy. It is like someone who has come out of a coma and has to learn to walk again. You have memories of it, but can't seem to pull it together.

So, I bought two books on how to be happy. I did not intend to buy them. I intended to buy a single coffee and simply read them at the bookstore. But they were so good I did it. And I already feel better. The books have some info I had not heard before and some things I had. But like the saying goes, when the student is ready hopefully the teacher has written a book for her.

Now, this could just be the beginning of another manic moment, but I truly intend to study. I was thinking that maybe I could do a side blog for just these periods: "Diary of a Manic Housewife", except no house, not a wife. Maybe "The Manic Monologues"? Not original, I suppose. Ah well. I have yet to have an original thought but am perfectly content to copy what works.

I felt so good and was reading about the endorphins of exercise that I decided I needed to get out and go swimming. It was around 7PM and about 60 degrees with a full moon. It was beautiful out. I was so excited. And it was wonderful. My private huge pool at the lodge; bathwater warm, doing laps and looking at the big dipper while I did laps in one direction (backstroke) and Orion's Belt while going in the other. OK, Orion's belt is a guess. The only constellation I am absolutely sure of is the big dipper and since I do not have Tommy's fancy sky map app I am never sure about the others. Followed that with the jacuzzi and was so warm I did not even feel chilled as I walked to my towel.

I love having the place to myself but any CA friends are welcome to invite themselves anytime after 2PM weekdays or all day weekends when I am able to have guests. Just give me a call.

I neglected to bring my camera so had to take this with my phone and the quality is not so great. But obviously the real reason I love to swim is I look so pretty after. It is a wonder I do not have men chasing me out of the building.