Deep breath

Phew! Okay. So. It's been a while, and too much has really happened to do a brief over view. So let's just start fresh, shall we?
I've been sick this past week. I still am, but I'm starting to see glimmers of hope that my body is finally starting to conquer the disease that found its way into myself.
Needless to say, this past week I've done nothing. I've sat, and slept, and coughed, and watched TV, and read, and slept. All the sitting and sleeping gave me alot of time to mope, and I kind of dug myself a nice little ditch of self pity.

I sat there feeling bad for myself. I hated the fact I was sick. I hated the fact that my face was covered in pimples. I hated the fact that I feel fat. I hated the fact that I wasn't remarkable at anything, just kind of good at a few things. I hated that I was pathetic enough to hate on myself so much.
But it happened nonetheless.
So today I looked up from my little pit of anger and pity and saw all of the things I needed to be doing.
I need to clean my room, I need to do laundry, the bathroom needed cleaned(Obviously the bros ain't gonna do it) I have alot of school work to catch up on, not to mention there's a showcase I need to prepare for, and a show I need to keep fresh in my mind. The list goes on and on. So I groaned and wanted to close my eyes and keep hating myself.

But instead I looked out the window, saw the sun shining and the birds hopping around in the driveway, took a deep breath, and got out of bed.

An amazing women named Elizabeth Elliot was once asked how she managed to live on with the grief of losing her husband. She simply replied "I do the next thing." She couldn't focus on the loss of her husband, or the depression would threaten to cripple her, so instead, she just focused on doing the next thing.

I think that's pretty simple advice. But if everyone actually took this advice to heart, life would be alot easier.
Right now I'm sipping a delicious cup of tea and listing to Yann Tiersen. Next I'll take a shower.