optimism

I am an optimistic person.

I am an optimistic person.

I am an optimistic person! 

Sometimes I have to tell myself that about five trillion times an hour to get through the day. Because let's face it, we all have out moments. And I have more than you'd probably care to know. I can be really negative, and it usually has nothing to do with anyone else but myself. I didn't meet my goals. Or I didn't get such and such done. So I get negative. But then I have to tell myself a million times: I am an optimistic person. 

Because I believe optimism is a choice, one of those that you have to choose every second of every day. What does this have anything to do with? 

The fact that I haven't been posting regularly this week. I know. It's something so little. But it makes me mad. Not in the "I'm GONNA RIP YOUR HEAD OFF MAD!!!" but in the "I'm just gonna be a little mopey mad". But this week has been... I don't even know. An emotional roller coaster. I feel worn out. Deflated. Like a balloon... but a really cool balloon obviously, like one that has helium in it. But not anymore I guess.