Today I typed this post from my favorite coffee shop. My mocha latte tastes great and the sun is shining brightly through the plate glass windows that are in need of a cleaning. This is the first time this week I have visited the coffee shop and I have a much better appreciation for a routine that I previously felt entitled to. I made my own latte's most of the week and every time I drink one from my crappy espresso machine I develop a greater appreciation for my friendly barista and their brewing talent.
A few weeks ago I was ready to call in the pharmacological squad to solve all my problems and make me happy, wealthy and wise. I event started taking moderate doses of Adderall to help me stay focused at work, but I never pulled the trigger to enter Cymbalta heaven; as much as I want to be like the "happy" depressives that run down the beach and go camping with their friends in the many SSRI commercials. I have not needed the Adderall lately and I am actually starting to feel better overall. I spend less time in Clickerville, work out more and even made significant progress on my taxes. I notice the sunrise in the morning and I enjoy making dinner Wednesday nights. Last night was ribs, smashed potatoes and banana cream pie. I cut my hair, trimmed my mustache and I think I actually care about life now. I recognize that at anytime, and for no reason, I may be back in the vacuous hell hole that I am still climbing out of but I am enjoying the sunrise for now.
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