There. I said it. I'm not happy.
Around here, I am the happy one. I'm the optimistic one. I'm the "half full" one. I can laugh and move on when bad stuff happens. I've never been depressed, really. I've had a day or two of "down," but I get over it and laugh again.
The last couple of days, I can't shake it. I know that I've lost a co-worker lately. I understand that all three sharks in my aquariums have died (the oldest and biggest, I've had for 4 years.) I know that we're financially strapped with Kevin not working. I know all of that, and I've faced worse. Seriously. It's been way worse than this.
So, I have to find my happy. I will. Trust me. It defines me: The Happy One. That's who I am. I support others who are sad or depressed. I'm not the one who needs support. That is NOT me. I will find my happy.
I only have two days of work left, before I'm off for a long weekend. I have been invited to a 4th of July party. I have a family who loves me dearly. I helped carry a brand new baby calf to the barn...to safety. I have a home. I have a cute little red Neon that is completely paid for. I have food to eat and clothes to wear. I have a lazy dog who thinks I rock.
I have people. Dammit. I have people. I'll be fine.