Happiness is a fish, and I caught it.

Today has been full of ups and downs.

It's my brothers birthday. He is 20. I wish him the best today, as he has significantly improved his well being in the last year. I am proud of him. Although there is still far for him to go to become a independent person, he's made great progress. He is off hard drugs (although he does smoke weed on a daily basis, but no one is perfect), he has a full time job (and his boss trusts him), he is looking for an apartment, he is considering his options for going back to college, and he even has a few dollars to his name. Gold star.

I also emailed a professor Dr. Paul Taylor in England (Lancaster) and told him that in due to finances (and offers of money from SFU) I would be unable to work with him this year for my Masters. I let him know I would love to continue collaborating with him in the future, as I know he has a lot of knowledge to offer me. Today I received his response. He was disappointed, as he looked forward to working with me, AND he suggested I go to England in the summer and RA for him (a paying job!) for a month or so. I was flabbergasted. I realize now that going to SFU has not closed the doors to England. I just need to find out whether he meant this summer or Summer '09. I have SO much planned this summer - I am not sure if going to England for a couple of months would be wise.

I am beginning to believe that this is actually is my calling. People have told me before that I am smart, etc., but I cannot say I truly believed I could make it to grad school. Now every door is opening, and I am starting to believe those that have supported me. Thank you all.

In other news. I started my gym programme. "6 week fat loss programme". Should be fun. I am totally motivated to do this, and hope it works...drugs have prevented me in the past from losing weight, and then motivation. So, I am hoping having a trainer behind me to keep me motivated will help. I have already lost 2.5% fat (yay muscles!), and that was without help. I have the eating down (1200 calorie per day is easy for me!), now to just get the gym part into my schedule.

Life is too perfect. Being the pessimist that I am, I wonder when the wall will begin to crumble. Have great options for my education, my health is great, and a new boy that is super caring. Now I know what it feels like to have those rose tinted glasses :)