Kick-off

Glad you made it.  This is the part where your host explains why you should read this blog.  Actually, you probably shouldn't.  Not part of it, anyway, unless you think the saying "misery loves commiserating" holds any truth.

Okay, this is not a blog about Debbie Downerism, oh, no.  This is my reflection of what I'm thankful for EVERY DAY for a year.  A three-point reflection.

Life is equally incomplete if your friend base is all entirely-too-optimistic sunshine-and-rainbow walkers, as it is when everything is terrible and you are unloved and hope is a luxury item unavailable in the organic-fair-trade section of the store (someone's not getting a living wage; is it you?).  Such as life is, shall be this blog.

For purely entertainment purposes, I'll post every day with:

Optimistic:  La vie en rose.

Realistic:  It is what it is.

Pessimistic:  I'm still alive.

though not in that order, commenting on the status of my life as an early twenty-something who has a faint idea of who she is and where she's going, but not when she's lucid.

Let's test this, shall we?


[--I have new brake pads and rotors on a car that's got a proven reliable track record.  Andshe's spacious and ready for moving me out to my new place out east next week!]



[--My car is mine and mine alone, according to the title.  This means I can't piggyback on my parents' insurance policy and will instead get to go hunting for something to fit my current salary of former volunteer-to-zero-dollars a year.]



[--I've only gained 2.2 kilos of feeling sorry-for-myself-and-eating-out-with-friends-because-it's-AMERICA weight.  Not ideal, but not irreversible.]



That wasn't so bad, was it?

Catch you tomorrow!