The past few weeks have been rough: terrible flu that involved pretty much every awful symptom known to man (you name it, I had it) and lasted for over a week (the vestiges remain, but I finally feel like myself again), catching up from the week of school I missed due to said flu, taking a killer test, dealing with a clinical supervisor who seems to be in the midst of some personal crisis and is taking it out on her students (consequently making me dread school and my clients), and a little bit of family drama. Other than being busy, I think that's why I didn't update my blog for a couple weeks: I was just feeling rather negative and didn't want to post vitriol. Not that I was depressed or chronically cranky; I just wasn't really happy.
But today was different. I was excited to see my clients, and my sessions went well. Class was interesting. I had fun talking to my classmates. I even enjoyed listening to talk radio on my commute, despite being stopped at literally every single traffic light on the way to school. I just felt light and happy and smiley.
The secret? I know this is going to sound ridiculous, but I really think a lot of it had to do with the fact that I was wearing new clothes. (Jay and I hit the mall yesterday, and I scored a sweater, khakis, and jeans from Aeropostale, all over 50% off. I am such a sucker for sales.) I haven't bought anything new in quite awhile, and for some reason I just felt like a million bucks in my new sweater and khakis and, of course, pearls. Not that I was strutting my stuff or anything since a) I'm married and b) even if I wasn't, there are only two (2) males who ever step foot in my building (a prof and a classmate).
It's amazing how feeling good in your own skin (or clothes) can make you happy.
Moral of the story: I may need to go shopping more often...