finally, the beautiful light at the end of the tunnel is within reach.

I'm in a better mood than I have been in ages, and I'm finding it quite peculiar, because this week was supposedly the most stressful week of practically the entire school year. Between AP tests, Band auditions, and leadership auditions, all while getting over laryngitis, I should be so overwhelmed and burnt out right now that I just want to break down and cry.

But I'm not. This week, frankly, has been good. Yes, the rare species actually is not extinct, a good week actually came my way for once in a long time. Not an ounce of stress, not a worry or a fear or a doubt, has crossed my mind at all this week, and let me tell you, it was very peaceful and very liberating. Heck, all fancy talk aside, it was nice to feel good. Plain and simple. It was nice not to sit at home and be burdened by boredom, enough to convince myself that I'm just wasting my time trying. It was great, instead, to be out and doing something. And not just anything ordinary, things that required me to be confident in myself and who I am, to accept where I am but still have goals as to where I want to be.

I've realized I'm tired of just sitting around. The life machine doesn't give out rewards to those who just sit around and wait for them. I want to get up and run and dance and sing and see and do. Because I can, and because I want to. There's too much power in potential to let it go to waste.