C'mon Get Happy.

It's a bad sign when someone asks you why you are in a good mood. For one, it suggests that you aren't usually in a good mood. For another, it suggests that being in a good mood is not the social norm.

I'm making little changes for happiness. I took the aging, broken charm off my cell and will replace it with something different. I am looking at the wall above my desk and will be taking stuff down. It is covered in goal posters, quotes, ribbons, and pictures.

There's a picture of me when I was four or five at the zoo. The intense wild child. There's a picture of my cousin on her hot wheels looking fierce. Another is my friend's son wearing the hat I knitted for him. Endlessly cute. Then there's the quote that got me through chemistry "Relax, good woman, and THINK".

It all feels very refreshing. Except for the continued raking. Which is exhausting. But still feels like accomplishment.