I've often thought my life would be a lot easier if I didn't think so much. If I could somehow NOT take every little thing and mull over it, crush it up and perform chemical analyses. Not just easier, I think that I'd be happier. But, there are things you can change and things you can't. At my core, I am a person who thinks too much. I appease myself, sometimes, by thinking that even though my lows are lower as an excessive-thinker, the highs are higher true.
I may be trying to out-think myself. Things are really, really good right now. I've been living three months in the future for over four years, and now I can just live in this actual moment. This is the first December where I haven't had the scourge of finals. I'm happy and expectant. My anxiety over thinking I should be feeling something else is, I assume, my way of trying to suss out a problem that I feel has to be there.
And, now that I've done my experiments: tracked it through its native habitat, observed it in the wild, and examined its scat, I'm done. I can't stop being an over-thinker all together, but I can stop thinking that I should be somewhere else emotionally. I'm exactly where I need to be right now and, happily, that means I'm joyful.