teknokitty

Driving home from work today, listening to 'Dirty Epic' on my stereo ("and we all went mental... and danced") I realized that I am truly happy. It wasn't just the beautiful weather. Or the fact that it's Friday. Or the fact that it's payday. Or the fact that my life holds so much promise at the moment. I'm just happy. Plain and simple. Thinking over the last few months, I realize that I've been happy for a while. Coming from someone who has dealt on and off with depression for years, this is beyond comprehension. Who would have thought that moving to San Diego of all places would get me out of the funk I was in? And who would have thought I could find happiness on my own, without leaning on others to provide it for me? I think it all began when I found my confidence at last, and realized I could find happiness within myself.

Right now I am grooving to Gotan Project:


And drinking my very favorite type of beer:


It's friday. I feel alive.