A dose of goodness

All is right in the world. My world, at least.

I've turned over a new leaf and taken an active role in my life and my happiness. No more waiting around for good shit to happen through all of the bad that's been happening. I've finally learned to accept the things I can't change and take on the challenge of fixing the things I can. My school life, for example, has not been this good since the 8th grade.

I turn in all of my assignments.
I spend time in the campus library on my days off.
I regularly make trips to the success center.
I participate in all of my lectures and throw out my "Jesus is really just a cosmic Santa Claus" analogies.
I enjoy every minute of it.

Things at work are great, too. People are constantly giving me a look of disbelief when I tell them my workload. I used to enjoy that reaction, but now it just annoys me a little bit. Am I that underestimated? Or are people just naive to the fact that some people will rise to the occasion and genuinely just DO what they need to do to get by? Whatever it is, I don't worry my head about it too much.

I've taken on the "Creator" role instead of the "Victim" role that we learned about in class. Creators believe that they are responsible for creating their own happiness. Victims will sit around and wait for other people to make them happy. Or worse, they'll allow outside forces to make them unhappy. Here's a scenario that the book used: Hurricane survivors are victims. Bad stuff happened, to say the least, that they couldn't control. Now... they have a choice. They can be a Creator and seek out the tools to rebuild their life, or they can be a Victim and mope around for the rest of their life living off of the help that passersby will give them. Creators are always happier. Victims are always, well, Victims.

Same thing applies to my old situation. I was constantly crying about how I was working hard at UPS and going to school and I still didn't have the money to pay my bills. Then I'd bitch and moan about how my mom wasn't working and spending too much money on casino or random shiz. My dad couldn't help me because he was trying to help himself while still paying my mom alimony. I saw it as an impossible situation. All I'd do was cry about it and complain to anyone that would listen. Poor me. Then I realized... I'm 21 effing years old! Why am I bitching about how my parents can't help me? Victim. Total victim.

So, the next logical step was to get another job. Or rather, to get my old job back. Now, I'm paying my bills AND I have money left over so that I can start building up my savings account. That's what the Creator role did for me. And I'm much happier.