Muddled

I've got nothing to say but I know that if I started talking I'd never stop. Does that make any sense at all?

Maybe I have a lot to say but just don't know where to start? And I know it would come out in a rambling, bumbling mess.

Am I depressed again, is it SAD symptoms now that everything has gone cold, or because 'Aunty' is visiting? Or is it all of them or none of them?

Who knows but I wish my mood would lift. I just want to be happy.

So I should be I guess. Like the story from the concentration camps. The person who said the Nazi's could do anything to them but the one thing the Nazi's could never do is affect how they felt about it. I'm not explaining very well. I'll find a link and update the blog later. If someone can find the strength to make the best of things in a concentration camp then what am I moaning about. I have a perfect life compared to most in this world and I should be doing my upmost to live it to the full and not waste a drop being down or miserable (not for too long anyway).

So who is determined to have a good day and what do you use to make that happen? Answers on a postcard or comments. :-)

Update - The 'person' mentioned above was Viktor E. Frankl who endured the horrors of Auschwitz for three years and came to the conclusion,

"Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms - to chose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way."