Breathing every so often

I had a stressful week. One in which I cried frequently and questioned myself constantly. Of course, it was cold and rainy most of the week, highlighting and adding to my temporary state of depression.

HOWEVER:

I got 11 hours of sleep last night, woke up at 10:30, made a pot of coffee, drank it, and decided it was far too beautiful outside to be unhappy. My life will pan out the way it's supposed to pan out. I just have to trust that. I decided I needed to clean and do laundry as a part of my fresh start/outlook. Kate and I went housewares-browsing, and went to see "Leatherheads," which apparently got terrible reviews. I found it to be charming and utterly entertaining. Also, George Clooney was in nearly every scene. Can't go wrong there. I also found out that Matt Damon has officially landed in Decatur (bonus: with George in tow, for whatever reason), and I can start my constant state of awareness that Matt Damon (AND GEORGE CLOONEY) are within miles of me for the rest of the school year. How can I feel unhappy with my love so near?

On a walk with Kate, I realized that my obsession with George Clooney has hit new heights when I uttered the phrase, "I know millions of other girls think that they belong with George Clooney, but I'm the only one that ACTUALLY DOES." And I decided I need to really calm down when I followed that statement with, "Let's be honest, I'll probably never get married because no man will ever live up to the idea in my head of George Clooney as my husband." Uh-oh, Anna. You've officially entered crazy-ville: population you.

On that walk (in Rock Springs, this lovely park near campus) I had another realization. Not a new realization. In fact, a realization I frequently have at exactly the moment I need it. I need to just stop and breathe sometimes. I get so worked up about everything, and then there are walks like that where I encounter smiling couples, budding plants, panting puppies, mating bullfrogs, and bathing ducks, and I know that life is good. And it goes on. And I need to write about it so I don't forget that when I lose sight of the road ahead, as I frequently do.

So here's to good nights of sleep, sunny skies, pots of coffee, good friends, George Clooney, and deep, deep breaths of fresh air. May I never forget how present these things are every day....well, maybe not George, but someday...you never know.