You can choose to live your life with the joy of the front row or solemness of the third row. The choice is yours. That's me in the front row with my joy. Those are my coworkers in the third row. Every day is a struggle to keep them from killing my joy.
The cute little sun in the condensation slowly started to drip the moment she was finished putting the smile on it. Normally the silly things like this helped her feel better but the guilt still gnawed at her stomach.
I keep a "Game Journal" as my daughter calls it where I write down notes about my games but also keeps all sorts of lists, lines of poetry, what went well today, and stuff like "Things That Make Me Happy.