It's my first real day back at work, where I'm really trying to be an adult and be strong and all that other bull crap.
One of my coworkers gave me a small vase with a cloth flower in it, and on the vase is this simple phrase: "choose happiness."
What does that mean? Or more specifically, what does that mean for me? It doesn't mean staying here, crunching numbers and filing papers. What makes me happy is creating. Writing. Specifically writing.
I suppose that means I should set aside some time in the mornings to do that. Especially since it's spring now, which means loads of rainy days on the way. But I don't want to find myself back here come September. Two and a half years will be more than enough.
More than enough.
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