Two weeks ago (Aug 19 or 20):
Things are really good. I mean, everything-going-my-way kind of good = great. My MCAT score is top notch, my med school app was verified early, I finished applying to U of M, I started my new job, kids and I are all healthy, Amber likes Star Trek: The Next Generation so we can watch it together, Aurora is still coming to my room in the mornings for cuddles, I’ve made headway hanging up pictures in the condo, doing a little more unpacking, etc. I really want to be happy. I know I should be happy. For brief moments when each good or fantastic thing happens, I am happy. But… it doesn’t take. I’m just not happy. Why can’t I be happy? Oh, right.