Worrying makes you fat.

I am exhausted, but happy.

Things aren't going at all how I planned or expected, but I don't mind that at all. Maybe everything that's been happening in the past couple of months have really created a better situation for me right now, or maybe it's all part of learning to see the sunny sides of things in life and doing what you can with them.

I love the sight of dozens of 3-foot-tall kiddies yelping excitedly during Hapkido classes, in gi's and bare feet and swishing black hair. I love how I felt so hilariously dazed confused during an impromptu Safeway trip this evening that I had to debate to myself out loud whether I needed mochi ice cream, or where I would be kept if I were a tub of hummus. I love how strong I feel after running all the energy out of my legs. I love knowing that I'm doing good things for myself.

I am grateful for all the people in my life. Those who have been my shoulder to cry on and an ear for sympathy, those who are just making their appearances in recent weeks, and those from years before now who have helped shape me into who I am. I guess maybe I say this a lot, but I want to make sure that I don't take them for granted.

I feel free in so many ways. I feel more independent. I feel like I'm learning important things about and for myself. I hope this trend continues.

I'm happy, and I have no idea what is going on with most aspects of my life.

My new motto: Worrying makes you fat.