So why am I writing? To be honest I don't know myself, maybe it's because I know I've got so much to do but so little time and just writing will let me escape but it won't make my timed essay disappear or my assessment on Saturday or all the graphics I have to finish or everything else. I have the time just not the motivation. As Aristotle says the
key to life is happiness, so in reality this little bit of motivation could make me have more sustainable happiness but it's never that easy. I'm happier then I was at the start of this year, not knowing where to turn or what to do, crying night after night, just blaming myself. I don't do that anymore, because I know it was silly, I know it wasn't helping. Things changed.
I'm an auntie now, I have a five day year old niece, who is just beautiful! I love her to pieces already and she hasn't even been in the world that long. I want her to live a happy life! I know there will be bumps in the road but I want her to be Eudaimonia