Positivity

There are some days in your life when you feel that no amount of people not being quite what you'd want them to be, parents shouting at you owing to hunger-related-anger and bumping your head painfully against automobile doors can dampen your spirits and that sudden drive to be positive. Today was one such day... a day to throw out some garbage and start afresh. I think I've made a decent start. And one thing that I'm quite proud of is that I paid full attention in all my classes at college, something that is only wishful thinking on most Mondays, when I have the most number of classes in the entire week.

My weekend marked the end of a long and trying week. My granddad's last stitch got taken out yesterday, I was given anti-allergic cough syrup along with tablets for something that I suspect is more psychosomatic than anything, and we had two amazing cakes at home on two consecutive days, one on dad's birthday on Saturday and one last evening to make up for my own dismal one last month. I can't call myself displeased. There's still ice-cream left in the fridge.

Most importantly, I made up for a lot of lost time, and spent a day in Sheer Contentment's arms. It almost felt as though I'd been doused in reviving waters that washed away all the deathly ashes that had accumulated on me. I hadn't felt as ready to live in a long, long time. And yes, it obviously felt rather good. I'm now charged up and am ready to take on any rot that comes my way.

Seriously.