so much more than what we make of it...

so today was a shitty day, i won't deny it but i will move on from it.
my tears are cried and my patience is wearing thin but in the end i will be stronger. isn't that what we're here for? the constant cycle of life i guess... all i know is that inspiration comes from places i never expect and life will slap you in the face with reality after you've wasted so many hours on planning... planning will only be trashed for something you could never plan for that is so much better than could possibly be imagined. or that's the optimistic part of me talking, i could live pissed off at the world as i have been all day, but i now see where it has gotten me... so things don't go my way, i can't expect them to always do so. pepperdine is over, screw everyone and their drama - i really don't need it.
thanksgiving is next week, i don't volunteer as much as i used to, i don't give as much heart into things as i used to, i don't trust as much as i used to... i have so much to be thankful for yet no warm feeling in my heart to remind me that i am blessed. i am not what i was, am i better or am i worse? in a sense both.
my new years resolution - looking at the glass half full like i used to instead of completely empty like i've learned to.