Happiness isn't a destination. . .

Robert Frost said: "Everything I learned about life can be summed up in three words: 'It goes on.'"

Oh yeah, life goes on. Long after the thrill of living is gone.

I think I am beginning to realize just how depressed and desperate I actually was over the past few months. I feel like such a weight has been lifted off of me. I mean, work is work. A career will always be a job and sometimes you just don't feel like going. But to no longer loathe myself and my life each day when I wake up. . . . its absolutely freeing.

This weekend we visited the Claddaugh for some live bands. It was so much fun. I also found a very cool website called naptowndouchebags.com. I think the Douche Slayer could be my new hero. I was hit on by a big douche on Saturday. And about 35 seconds after the Douche asks me if I want to kiss his cheek (which I somewhat non-respectfully declined) my Brother in Law pops out like Buffy the Douche Slayer and 10 seconds after him my husband saunters out and informs the poor bastard (douche) that he's missing the band and he should probably move on . . . .

haha. Love it.

Happiness is a method of living.