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The Beautiful Game

Unless you live under a rock in the middle of nowhere, you'll know the football world cup is happening at the moment.  How much you care of course, will vary.

I'm a big football fan.  Or at least; I used to be.  My Depression has stolen enjoyment from most areas of my life.  So when the tournament started just after my birthday, I decided to go through the motions, and hope it kindled something.

I knew I've felt excitement, joy, despair, hope, anticipation, and well, happiness when I've watched this level of the game before.  I figured if I put myself in a head-space to let the emotion happen, something will spark, and it has.  I'm not bouncing around the place, yahoo-ing over goals, or wailing at missed chances; but I am finding some enjoyment.  I'm looking forward to the next round of games, and I'm pleased to see so many players shining.

I'm caring about stuff.  Who will win?  I don't know.  Will it be exciting?  Probably.  Who will score the most goals?  A lot of options at this stage.  What will be the controversial 'talking point' of the tournament?  Nothing of note so far.  Of most importance (for me), is did watching it improve my life?  Yes. 

Today I'm able to look around and see good stuff.  My family is awesome.  My friends are supportive.  The football is beautiful.  The sun is shining through the window onto my feet, and it feels nice.

I like days like this.

Derri.
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