Think Happy Thoughts

I accidentally put myself into a funky funk (not the groovy one)last night, perusing potential new job positions.
At a quick glance it appears to be nearly impossible to achieve the lifestyle I'd like to while studying full time, and living alone, in a beautiful safe Toronto neighbourhood.

This feeling is far from new, as I've experienced it many times since separating rashly without much thought to how things would pan out this past December.

It can be hard not to dwell on the fact that I sometimes think I was pushed into adult living a good decade before my time.
I've forgiven my mom for kicking me out at the very tender age of 14, but I still live and feel the repercussions from time to time.

I could go on further...and would...but I'm at work, and rich people need me so that they don't starve, heh.

If two negatives make a positive...do hundreds of negatives make...um...a confident?
...cuz I'm already starting to feel a bit better :)