Who are the role models in your life? For me, I have a few celebrity role models and sometimes my parents seem like role models, but not always. To name a few: Audrey Hepburn, Julie Andrews, Celine Dion, Anne Hathaway, and (this one might be a little off the wall, but hear me out) Angelina Jolie.

The first three listed lived (and live) their lives with grace and integrity. Audrey loved children, but had a few miscarriages until she finally had two boys, however she continued to be strong. Julie is just beautiful in my eyes; I loved her in the Sound of Music, Mary Poppins, and the Princess Diaries. Celine has a beautiful voice - I saw her in concert - and she sings in French! I love all things French. Anne is a great actress, I loved her in the Devil Wears Prada and she is going to be in a new film about Jane Austen entitled Becoming Jane ( can't wait to see it because I love Jane Austen books). Lastly is Angelina. I know, I know, she was a reckless youth and stole Brad Pitt from Jennifer Aniston, but I love that she adopts children and is doing a lot of international charity work. She is a wonderful voice for peace in the world and I really respect that because adopting children and caring for people in other countries is very much like myself. So love me or hate me, but I like her.

Having role models to look up to seems to be important. I don't know if they are truly an inspiration and motivation to me, but I like to think that are. As you may know from my previous blogs that I am embarking on a voyage (cliche, I know) towards self-recovery. I am using this blog as a sort of therapy for my depression (which I am pretty sure I have even though I have not been diagnosed by a doctor). I took an online test for depression and it ranked me at "High Risk." It told me to contact a doctor immediately, but instead I laugh at the thought of being at a high risk of depression. What does that mean anyways? Am I at high risk of becoming depressed? Am I at high risk of hurting myself? Am I at high risk of hurting others? I thought it would tell me whether or not I was depressed, not rank me on a scale that is similar to our country's terror alert. If the high risk warning on the depression meter means I am at high risk of hurting others or myself, believe me, I am not a terrorist. I am in no way murderous or suicidal. I am way too big of a chicken and it would hurt my family. Plus, I want to live - I don't want to die! No way, I am looking forward to retirement too much to cut anything short now. I just want to get past this summer. It is way too hot here in the desert during summer and I hate going to summer school. Oh yeah, and I hatemy job. But once the summer is over I can get a new job and summer school will be over and the weather will begin to cool off. Next summer I plan on going to France because like I said earlier, I love all things French.

Alright, so on the agenda for things to work on to help treat my depression is, be a role model to my little brother. Last night has left a deep scar in my heart and I feel like I have let him down. Role model duties include: being happy and positive about life, and eating healthy so that I can be healthy in and out!

Thanks for reading fellow thoughts bloggers. Have a great Sunday! Cheers!