Sometimes, You Need To Write a Post For Yourself

This is one of them.

Private photo of me at the age of 18.

It happens once in a while that I wake up in this mood.

I don’t know where it comes from — there’s just this moment when I notice I have a big fat smile on my face. I don’t need to try and “think positive.” I just am. Positive and alive. Why would I be anything else? — I ask myself on those mornings, drinking my breakfast…