The Key to . . . Being Ready to Live

I’m a completely different person then I was when I started high school.

I can’t pinpoint the exact date it happened but it was sometime during my junior year.

I didn’t wake up one morning and say to myself, “Hannah, get up! Life is passing you by! Get your act together.”

It was something that happened over time. I realized that I couldn’t sit around, unhappy and depressed anymore. Life wasn’t going to just get miraculously better. I had to do something. I had to fix me.

So I did. I didn’t let myself get in bad moods. I mean, honestly, who likes to feel bad? I might have an initial yell, just to let my frustrations out. But then I’m done. I go to my room, alone. Think. Breathe. Count to ten. Calm down. And slowly the mood passes. And I’m back to being myself.

My sister would say that I’m annoyingly happy. And it’s true. I’m always happy (90% of the time)! I hate being upset over anything, it just churns inside you, building and growing. And for what? So you keep feeling bad?

I don’t want to look back on anytime of my life and think man, I missed out because I was upset over ____. I want to look back and say, man, that was a great day! I had so much fun.

And it all starts with yourself. Only you can decide to make yourself happy. Only you can decide to pick yourself up by the bootstraps and get living!

Just remember, it doesn’t happen lickity split. It takes time. It takes an ah ha moment. You have to finally decide enough is enough. I’m ready to be happy. I deserve to be happy; I’m worthy of being happy. My life is worth living. wI’m ready to live.