When my journey began in newspapers nearly 30 years ago, I never would have thought I'd be sharing a cubicle with the sports department.

When my journey began in newspapers nearly 30 years ago, I never would have thought I'd be sharing a cubicle with the sports department. I've worked in several different buildings and numerous offices, but I must say this spot has become my favorite.

From my work area, I'm literally in the middle of everything. From listening to the police scanner to watching reporters and editors scurry about, I love the fast pace buzz that surrounds me. To add to my list of favorites during my workday, I have the pleasure of getting words of wisdom from a retired, longtime sports writer. When folks around this paper retire, their paperwork may be complete, but they can't easily get rid of the passion for print. Newspaper people often say that ink is thicker than blood.

Before covering a sporting event, he came by to gather his things to begin his retired hobby.

He often comments on my column and asks about dad and on this particular day, I told him I felt like my column had turned gloomy, since all I talk about are my worries with dad.
He suggested I write about my love life.

I'm sure he probably meant my awesome, one-of-a-kind, can't live without boyfriend I have the privilege of sharing my life with.
Although he is the love of my life, I started thinking about how many wonderful things I am fortunate enough to love.
I decided to refocus on my long-time motto that has kept me going through rough times and lately, I've neglected to engage in what always works. I call it "fake it "til you make it."

It's not a new concept, in fact, anyone who has ever read one of those self-improvement, feel-good- about-yourself books, you'll recognize the routine. If you need a pick me up or a positive attitude, save yourself the time of thumbing through pages of analyzing and re-analyzing and just "fake it "til you make it."

Having so much on my mind, I had unconsciously dropped into a rut. Even though nothing has changed – the stress is still here, the worries, the decisions – I get up every morning and regardless of how I really feel, I force myself to be in a good mood and concentrate on all the things I love.

Sure it's a deception, since inwardly I may still be crying the blues and wallowing in my own pity party, but on the outside I'm happy. Eventually the positive attitude being faked, turns into a reality and everything will turn from cloudy to sunny again.

I love the people in my life – my boyfriend, kids, family and many good friends, but sometimes you have to look past the big picture to appreciate the smaller things in life to fall in love with all over again.
I love the smell of wildflowers, cut grass and onions cooking. I love hearing tree frogs, crickets and children laughing. I love writing this column.

Fake it 'til you make it and then fall in love all over again.

Sandy Turner lives in the Kansas City area and writes this column for GateHouse Media.