"Life ain't always beautiful, but it's a beautiful ride." I think of this song whenever I feel down. For me, feeling sad does not rule me, but it is allowed every once in a while. After a long, hard bout with depression while in college, I found that I ultimately get to choose whether I will be happy or sad. Most days I chose to be happy. I know the triggers to my unhappiness and I nip them in the bud. I can sense myself feeling 'off' and I know that I have to shift my way of thinking or work on something that needs to be done. I think that I have become fairly good at this. But sometimes I recognize that it's been a long while since I've let myself have a little slack. I let myself cry or I finally voice my exasperation at a person that's frustrated me.
This picture reminds me that life itself is beautiful even if there are moments that don't seem that way. I rode away from Brad to have some quiet, to read and just think. The sun was just bright enough to warm me and the breeze was just strong enough to soothe me. After finishing my book I rode my bike home slowly and as though I didn't have a care in the world.
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