Bright Spots

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For all my waxing eloquent on the changes I have made in my attitudes, I find it amusing that this morning as I was motoring to work, I realized I am slipping back into my discontent.

Whenever I find myself chafing with unhappiness, I like to blame it on my job. Let's face it, we spend a good majority of our day working, shouldn't we enjoy it? Yes. But sometimes you don't have the luxery or option of changing your job. Which is precisely where I am right now. Rather than slithering back into cynical complaints, I force myself to think of things that make me happy.

Sushi. Listening to my own music in my office. My morning cup of tea. Starched shirts. Raspberry jam with seeds. Baking cookies for people. My warm slippers.

(Do we see a trend of my happiness revolving around food?)

This is me forcing myself to be cheerful, even if it kills me--via obesity.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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