FindingHappy.

Yesterday, after the orientation, Magnum says, "I think you have a problem." Because I was soooo freakin' crabby and not very nice to anyone.

Which means I spent the whole night, and this morning, pondering me. And, my life. And, my goals. And my happy, or my lack there of.

I haven't really figured anything out...yet. I do know that in the last few months, I seem to have gotten lost. I can't seem to focus, and I'm not feeling real passionate about anything I used to feel passionate about. (For example, my garden...haven't got the will to even start it or my class, which I am usually so excited about...I'm just blah over.)

And, I'm not nice. I'm snobby and judgemental...and, really I'm not enjoying it so much.

As I sat in the orientation yesterday, I felt really alone. I've lived here for six years...and I don't know anyone at that school. I mean, not really. And the few people I did "know", I was too busy being pissed at or crabby with, to really enjoy my time.

So, I'm gonna set some small goals. And see if I can't do something besides sit around and whine. (The goals get their own blog entry.)

Ok, I'm off to find some happy. (And, speaking of happy...does anyone else have orgasms in their sleep?)