A Bit of Optimism

Recently, in my health, there have been small signs of improvement. My treatment, though still exceedingly painful and nausiating, is more tolerable than it has previously been. This bit of optimism, though miniscule, has given me a hope. I am always rambling about how I know I'm going to get better. However, I must admit, I have had my fair share of doubts. I can not help but think this my hope, my grace from God, my mercy that I've been praying for. I long so deeply for the future. I find myself optimistic and even slightly ambitious. 'Tis truly amazing what a bit of hope can do. I am actually happy. I've grown so accustomed to my feelings of worry and doubt. This happiness is such a sweet surprise. On a different note, I attended a youth group here in Branson last night. It was very enjoyable, and I met some very awesome people. However, I do not remember any of their names. Their youth group has a band, and they are simply amazing... I was impressed. 'Twas very fun, and it only aided me in my new exploration of happiness. I do so hope that this continues. I like this new found attitude; this unexpected joy. I leave for the good ol' home of Iowa tomorrow and will be home for the weekend. *happy dance* I miss home so badly. Though, as I have said, I am happy. For the first time in a while, I am far more than content. I think it could have to do with all of the mashed potatoes I've been eating. Mashed potatoes make me happy inside. Excuse my random thoughts and giddy writing. Actually, nevermind. Do not excuse them. I like them quite a lot. I have no apologies to give. I am happy. Sing, dance, laugh, smile. Love life! May God bless you with the same joy I have been blessed with. Goodbye friends.