Just a Thought

In a comment I previously made to Vickie, I said something about how I ignored the signs that things would end badly with Coach because the good times were really good. This made me think about things friends have said in the past when I was with Coach, how they only knew the bad things about him because I never talked about when things were good - probably because I was physically with him, hanging out, going to movies, etc.

It occurred to me that I have been doing the same thing with my blog lately - I write when I am sad or having an especially rough patch and that's no good. Granted, writing helps me really be able to vent and see what I am saying, organize my thoughts and so forth, but my life is by no means terrible. Unlike Chandler, I do have loftier goals than eating peanut clusters all day or drinking in the morning. In fact, my whole goal is to not make this about Coach (which I know seems the opposite of what I have been doing) but about myself and figuring out how to be me again. The problem is, for a very long time he was such a huge part of my life, it's hard to separate him from everything else right now. But it'll get easier as time goes on.

That being said...today is great.

Or, aside from this early wake-up on a Saturday morning, it really is. There's nothing in particular about this day that makes it special, nothing has happened to make it especially noteworthy, it is just good. I just thought that is something I should share, since previous posts have been downers lately and I have only been writing about things that have made me sad or angry. But I'm not always either of those things and I hope this shows that there are certainly days where I am my normal self again and will dispel the idea that I'm just sitting in my bathrobe, surrounded by tissues and chocolate. Hopefully the rest of the day proves to be just good.

...and honestly, I don't even know if I own a bathrobe.