Thursday, September 09, 2010

not quite a rose

So in general, I'm a pretty happy-go-lucky kind of girl. I really like laughing and smiling (it happens to be my favorite as well), but recently - or more specifically, as I've gotten older, the happy, sunshine days are starting to be outweighed by days are more of the gray, foggy variety.

Naturally, I'm not stupid/selfish enough to think that I am the only person who feels this way, but it was kind of wonderful to see/hear/read this post by one of my pants-down favorite stranger-bloggers, Melissa. When you read her stuff, it seems like she totally has her business together and has quite possibly one of the best lives this side of Fijian loafer (that's someone who just lives in Fiji and doesn't do anything, in case that's something you've never heard of - which of course you have - because its not like I just made it up).

But she gets anxious and upset for no reason too, which is nice to hear. Not because I want other people to feel this kind of weight, but that even people with super awesome lives (instead of just regular lives, like me) have these problems too.

Naturally, she took it a step further and gave it an adorable name. Which I will now spend my morning, while doing database entry and feeling overwhelmed, doing as well.

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She's pint-sized and amazing.