From the bottom of my heart, I’m sorry.

I just re-read my latest posts, and they’re dismal. Dark. Depressing. I must have been in a funk or something, because the usually chipper, witty Aubrey is nowhere to be found. Gone were the references to Paul Walker or Matthew McConaughey, I haven’t given myself a nickname like Aubrey McBrokeBroke Destitutio in quite a while, and as for funny letters to inanimate objects? AWOL. I’m such a downer lately.

Well, no more of that. Yes, there’s some things going on that really suck, that upset me, that make me sadder than I’ve been in forever, yet that’s not me. I’m more than a few tears, a few complaints, a few frustrations. I’ve got it good, my friends. I’ve said it before, and now more than ever, I need to remember that I do have the best friends, the best family, in the world and I cherish them so much. It’s not fair to them, to you, to dwell on the bad, because there is so much good out there.

The sun is shining here in Atlanta, the weekend brings 75 degree days and mild nights, and friends are descending upon this town for the weekend. I made a homemade cake for my dear friend’s birthday, we’re convening at a fabulous restaurant to eat, drink, and be merry, and for the first time in what seems like forever, I find my step – and my heart – light. (Disclaimer: This is the same restaurant that was the starting place for the broken arm night, but be rest assured that I won’t participate in a repeat of that debaucle, even if it DID get me out of work for a few days.)

I take myself too seriously.

In typical-Aubrey fashion, I often find myself evisioning me as the heroine of some gothic tragi-comedy, thinking about just how TRAGIC it all is. Oh, woe is me, lil’ misplaced-Ohioan-now-Southerner who bats her eyes and plays the damsel in distress. Woe, Woe, Woe. The background music plays in my head, the dramatic aspect of every little thing is not lost in my mind.

Woe, I say.

Whether it’s the only child in me or something else, I need to break myself of this habit. Yes, I’m dramatic. Yes, I’m a writer, allowing (often mandating) me to use hyperbole in excess. Yes, I do like to think of myself as the center of attention at times. But when it interferes with my happiness, when I find myself fixated on the negative & ignoring the positive, a change is needed.

So I’m done. I’m happy! Gleeful, in fact. Giddy even. I have gone through the tunnel and emerged, victorious!

Either that, or it’s the 2 Sugar-free Red Bull’s I just drank.