Life. It's Hard Sometimes.

I consider myself a happy person.
I surround myself with positive influences in the form of affirmations and quotes (from people who are much wiser than I).
I meditate and improve my physical well being through yoga, healthier eating, and stress relieving exercises.
Still, some days I wake up in a negative space mentally and emotionally.
In those moments, I do what I can to remember that I have a choice.
Sometimes it works, and other times, I spend longer than desired in dark thought.
I can’t help wonder about my friends and family who actually suffer from depression.
Mental health is something that I take for granted, because I only find myself feeling sad or crippled with fear occasionally; it’s so overwhelming I feel like giving up.
Thankfully, I have access to the aforementioned tools to get me through a rough moment in my life. I realize I am fortunate that I don’t struggle beyond the infrequent dips in happiness.
So rather than focusing on my momentary laps in joy, I offer support, love, and positive energy to my friends who suffer from a serious disease.

Remembering A Master

His ability to bring joy in sadness, truth in comedy and energy to all was extraordinary! Very few people can make you cry while you're laughing and laugh while you're crying-

Robin Williams artistry will be missed.

RIP

Rain, Rain, Go Away! (Even Though I Know We Need You.)

The rain fall heavy through the night,
No doubt we need the moisture in Los Angeles.
It brings a darkness that's not familiar here-
A gloomy depression that I remember very well from my time in New York.
I'm in a bad mood.
It could be left over frustration from a disagreement with a friend at a dinner party.
Or, maybe because my puppies were terrified of the violent weather outside, and hence kept me up all night long.
Either way, I hate the rain.
Some people love it, I loath it.  That's why I moved back to LA.