Some days I just feel sadness and it's all I can do to get myeslf to the self-help section of the bookstore and cry. Usually when I'm feeling sad my allergies act up which causes me to hock (sp?) the stuff (mucus) in my throat. Needless to say, it's not my most attractive time. Today I wandered into a new section I've seen at book stores that doesn't have a name, but if I were to give it one it would be "Girly Fabulous Women's Books." It has books about how fabulous single women live, like "Sex in the City," but maybe a little more real. I picked up a book about how to be fabulous and I wondered why I feel so much sadness when I can feel fabulous instead?

"Just for today, I can choose how I feel. Instead of sadness, today I choose to feel fabulousness."