Good enough.

"There are two types of people in this world, good and bad. The good sleep better, but the bad seem to enjoy the waking hours much more." ~Woody Allen

I have Google set up with a bunch of different gadgets, so when I'm signed in to my Google account (which I use for e-mail, instant messaging, here on Blogger and to write the book...) and I click on Google, I get a personalized version of Google. Which is nice. But the quotes gadget has been making me laugh a lot lately and occasionally sparking some creativity.

I think that most people think of themselves as "good people." I do; don't you? There are times and places where I say, "I'm not a nice girl!" but overall, I think of myself as a good person. I wonder lately how strong of a person I am since I apparently need an anti-depressant to function, but that's really a separate issue.

I haven't been able to run lately with the shin splints getting worse instead of better, so I've been back on the elliptical machine. The running websites that talked about the "psychic pain" of not being able to run? So right. But my gym has some pretty high-tech elliptical machines, so while I don't love it, I don't hate it either. It does burn more calories, for whatever that's worth. Today I was watching a Kanye West video while moving along and I plugged in to the headphone jack to hear the lyrics and it was as if I was smacked in the face by a snippet of the song:

To whom much is given, much is tested

and I think that's a biblical quote, or at least it sounds as if it should be. But I searched a few bible websites and came up empty. Googling the phrase just gets me results about Kanye West. I decided that it doesn't matter where it comes from, I find it helpful and inspiring.

Have I been given a lot? You bet. Stable two-parent family, close siblings, a roof over my head, enough food to eat, a good relationship, great friends, (online and off) clothes to spare, enough money to play around with...and I don't have much to complain about, do I?

Without the support of the people around me, I wouldn't have survived the winter's depression. Another bit of another Kanye West song:

That that don't kill me, can only make me stronger

which is hardly original to Mr. West, but is timely and pertinent to what's been happening to me. And if I wasn't a good person, I would hardly get the support of those I love and those that love me.

So why can't I sleep?

Listening to: Kanye West "Stronger" and "Can't Tell Me Nothin'"