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I could have named this post "feeling blue" but that just wouldn't be fitting, aside from the whole denim/blue wall thing. Which, side note: I'm completely obsessed with these high-rise jeans and haven't taken them off since I got them a couple weeks ago. They're part of the GUESS Originals collection, which I've already bought way too many items from. (This is no paid promotion people, I just love the brand I work for.)
Back to the title—I'm not feeling blue. In all honesty, I'm actually pretty happy. Happier than I've been in quite some time. Job, life, friends—it's all coming together in a crazy and exciting mix.
As I've said before, happiness and contentment exist in such a fragile balance. And it's only when I'm coming out of a period of slight discontentment that I'm actively aware of both sides of the coin. Which is why I don't want to jinx it by publicly acknowledging it. It seems nuts, but it can really only take a few weeks to "adjust" to certain feelings of elation until those become the baseline. Don't believe me? It's a thing, really.
Granted, things are still crazy and I'm still (at times) mildly insane. But, right now, I wouldn't really ask for much else...except for maybe a few more hours in the day.