Counting Eggs, Yes?

I like to think that the quarter-life crisis is coming to a close. With all the potential that I'm stacking upon this year, how I feel that last year could only be a harbinger for how great this year will be, I don't see how it could be otherwise. Encouragement is a powerful thing. I don't feel as such 'hopeful' that good things will come, that life is smoothing out its own wrinkles, as I feel it is my due, that it is just natural. Perspective is also a powerful thing, & if I thought life in years past was good I had no idea of the immensity of life, of its propensity to continually show you how you were wrong, how that small change that you brooded over so intensely, that worry that wrought your pysche, that job you didn't get & that girl who didn't return your smile, weren't so malevolent after all; these things weren't life picking on you as much as you short-changing life, & before I go any further with this & get on a sappy tangent about fate & benevolent forces I think I should just stop.

I'm confident that I'm taking the right steps to reach a more compassionate, thriving & encouraged life. I haven't felt this positive since I learnt how to speak: haven't felt like there was so much to learn, so much to take advantage of, so much proffered. {& what I said about sappy sentiments above, well it isn't even eight in the morning yet and my roommate is listening to the Postal Service, so I think I'm fine in the sappy department...}