Oh wow. It has certainly been a long time, hasn't it? I guess it's only been about five months. But it's amazing how much people can change in such a short amount of time. I looked back at my old posts, and, wow, I was depressing. Borderline pathetic. But that's okay. Because, at the time, the problems I had were so important to me. They took up my life.
Well, I am pleased to announce that I am a much happier person. Anyone care to know the secret?
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| Happiness is that way! |
Step Numero Uno:
Excercise. I have not seen a physical difference, at all. (as much as I might wish it.) I have, however been happier. Which is nice. And I also beat my best 5k time by 2 minutes and 14 seconds. So, booyah!
Step Numero Dos:
Healthy eating. Again, no physical difference, but I am more energetic and I don't really get hungry between meals, which is pretty handy. Less snacking! :-)
Step Numero Tres: (<-- I spelled that right, right?)
This is the big one. Are you ready for it? The big bertha, ready to blow your mind. Well, not really. I just wanted to say that. Anyway, the biggest secret is....(drum roll)...
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...I. Don't. Care.
That's right. I don't care how I dress. (which is generally t-shirt and jeans) I don't care if people think I'm weird (because I am, trust me.) I don't care that I've never been to a high school party (True story.) I don't care that I probably will never have a boyfriend in high school. (I was probably doomed to that fate a long time ago anyway). And I don't care that I am not athletic. (I've accepted it. And now I will only run for me.)
But.
I DO care about my future. I care about getting good grades, getting accepted to college, and, hopefully, starting fresh. Going somewhere and doing something with my life. Who knows what I'll do. (Hopefully, publish a book, which is pretty much my biggest dream right now.)
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| Haha...it's a happy finger worm :) |
Step Numero Cuatro: (hahaha...almost spelled that with a Q...)
Make sure you're friends with people you can trust. This one should be a no brainer, but you'd be suprised at how many people are scared of their friends. They are scared of their rejection, their anger, and the pain that they could cause. So don't be one of those people.
With all that mind, all of the zero people that read this (maybe one, possibly two) maybe this helped in some way. Or if you've already discovered the secret to happiness, I'll accept your congratulations at the door, thank you, buh-bye now, please, it was nothing, uh huh, good bye!
Or you could just read this shorter, sweeter, more understandable version. Either way, you end with Happy.
So, a week or so ago I went to Washington DC with our high school marching band. I can't decide if it was really fun or not yet. I mean, it was fun. But it was also kind of awful at the same time, if you know what I mean. Over to the right is a picture of our band performing. Yup, we're a little band. But I think that's what makes it so fun. We're all pretty close. It's more like having another group of siblings than being in a band with other students. Anyway, we performed on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. It was pretty awesome. But also very hot! The sun was coming up and we were all dying. But no biggy. We saw lots of monuments/memorials while we were there. I can't quite remember all the names and all the facts, because we jampacked to much history into three days. Now, normally, I like history. It's actually interesting to me. However, when its all thrown at me at such a fast pace while I'm tired and my feet hurt...not so much. One thing I did learn on the trip wasn't about history. It was about myself. I used to have a huuuge temper. It was bad. I'm sure almost everyone hated me in elementary school. I seriously was a terrible child. I don't know how I had any friends. Although, for most of it, I only really had one friend. Anyway, I discovered that I could keep my mouth shut when confined with people that were grating on my nerves. Three days and I only really got mad at anyone once! And in my defense, I was trying to watch Les Miserables and there were a few people who were being obnoxiously loud and rude. When people get between me and Les Miserables, I am not a very happy person. Although, once I heard Do You Hear the People Sing? I was a bit happier. So the point of all this is basically a realization that I am such a different person than when I started this blog last year. And I like the new me better.
