Today was a pretty good day. Though I felt terrible when I woke up this morning, I took medicine and vitamins and went to my parents' house for a visit and laundry. It was so nice to spend time with both of my parents. I forget how fun they are to be around sometimes. We went a few different places and ate breakfast. I also showed mom some basics about Pinterest. Watch out, world! She's getting dangerous!!!
I had a conversation with my mom today that really helped give my spirits a boost. She was talking about how smart I am and that I can do anything. It wasn't an in-passing type of conversation piece a mom is obligated to have with her daughter. She was talking about my IQ and how I really have the capability to do anything or be anything I want. I just have to try for it and work hard (my weakness. I'm extremely lazy). I've really taken this to heart, and it's given me great motivation to try for some things I thought were impossible. I'll speak more about those another time. I don't want to get too ahead of myself.
This evening I went to a Pacers game with a new guy friend (emphasis on the friend; no romantic tendencies). It was really nice to hangout with someone who isn't trying to get in my pants or date me. He asks questions about my life as anyone would. He's intrigued by how strict my parents were when I was growing up as most people are when I tell them I was homeschooled the last 3 years of high school and had a curfew until the day I moved out of their house. Anyway, I've realized that this is what I like and need: a friend that I get to hangout with without delving into my emotional issues or his emotional issues, as if we're 2 bros just chilling. :)
Also, I noticed that I've gotten a lot more into basketball than I used to be. I've always loved the sport, but now it's to the point where I'm not there to talk about anything other than the game or something related to the game. I'm on the edge of my seat every second. I don't want to miss anything. A blink away from that orange ball can make al the difference between seeing the refs make a bad call and missing the turning point in the game that causes your team to win or at least have a chance at winning.
I know this isn't incredibly deep. I just think it's important that I take note of my tendencies, actions, and attitudes. If I continue to be self-aware, I think it'll make the difference between staying depressed and being capable of moving forward.
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