It's All Temporary

and that's a good thing (for the most part)

I was going to sit down and write about all the little things that were encouraging me to feel depressed last week, but then realized I’m in too different of a place now to revisit that headspace. It’s funny how that works, isn’t it? Last week, I felt like I could’ve lamented for hours about the menagerie of stuff that had compounded all at once in my brain to drive me to feeling a type of blue I haven’t felt in a while, but now that I’m past it, it feels so unimportant.

And that’s just the thing. It’s all fleeting. Every thought, every feeling. Give it enough time, and you will move on from it. Everything is temporary. The good, the bad, the in-between. Every single thing is temporary, for better or for worse.