So, I have had a “down” week.
I’m over it.
I am going to watch some Star Trek with my hubby, I am going to blow bubbles with my daughter, I am going to desperately try to catch up with my homework.
I am going to start doing stuff.
I am going to start planning stuff.
How can I expect to be happy if I don’t do something to make it happen?
Water gun battles, beach picnics, bubble blowing afternoons, strolls downtown, foam sword fights…anything I can think of. Stuff that will be epic and easy. Stuff that I don’t have to stress over. Stuff that will help me get exercise, get me out of the house, get me surrounded by some awesome people.
I can do this, I will be happy. Even, if I have to kidnap happy and hold it hostage in chains in my basement until it cooperates.
Day 1 of the rest of my summer.
Today, I get myself psyched up, and make plans. Also, I have to catch up on school stuff tonight. Can’t have fun if I ignore my responsibilities.
I am going to do this.
BECAUSE I FUCKING SAID SO!