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Surprisingly, there's a down side to being happy.

The happier I am, the more likely I am to forget my medicine. The times when it seems like I'm barely keeping my head afloat, it's easy to remember. Medicine. Multivitamin. Exercise. Spiritual practice of some sort. Reading. Writing. The laundry list of things to do in order to stay mostly-sane.

But when I'm happy, I tend to think, 'Oh, I'll take my Zoloft later.' Later gets later, and before I know it I've missed one day, maybe two.

I missed yesterday's dose and then took it late this afternoon. But I did finally remember. Tomorrow may be a little 'off' - it's hard to say for sure. And it's a little sad, having to take a pill to maintain my equilibrium. But it - my life story - would definitely be sadder (and potentially shorter, not to be all morbid about it) if I weren't taking it.

The other thing happy-me is not doing so much of is writing in here. Whether or not that's a good or bad thing depends upon your perspective, I guess.

And it's not like things are completely perfect (so don't hate me, heh) - I have some worrying health issues, with a doctor's appointment looming on the horizon. But overall, this has just been the most lovely holiday season I've had in a long time. I feel so blessed and happy about the way my life is going. My vacation is also coming up in three short weeks, and I can't wait.

I'm very very grateful right now, to life, for everything.