I feel like it’s going to be okay. This thing called life. I know it’s going to work out. Is it going to work out how I need it to? Is it going to work out how I hope? Probably not. That’s part of life, right? But I know I’ll be okay. No matter what happens, I’m going to be okay. How do I know? Because I like who I am. I am confident with the person I am now. I am confident in my abilities. I know that I am strong. And I know that I am able to survive. No matter what happens.
Five cups of coffee today has seemed to make me quite the optimist.