Life brings me a lot of happiness. Like going to a real estate open house with Maggie just for fun. Or seeing an unexpected cute little flower in my yard. Or eating cherry pie bars with Sara on a normal weeknight.
Most days I remember those are gifts from the cosmos. I only need be my best self and I get all the blessings. God will literally throw shit at me to be happy about.
Here, this is awesome. Take it. Wait, here’s some more. Take this shit, too.
I got happiness all over me like I’m a clown hit in the face with that very cherry pie.
My eyes will literally tear up from happiness. Grace, peeps.
Then there are times when I’m not feeling the kind of happiness that overwhelms me with gratitude. Some days I feel down right blue. Through and through. That’s just life. It’s not all sunshine and flower petals.
But me being who I am my mind can start looking at those things directly to fill me up. I’ll want to selfishly pick the flowers and make them mine. Hold them tight to make me happy. I forget that those things aren’t the true source of happiness. They’re only gifts.
I won’t be happy for long when I set my eyes on the tangible. My happiness is a gift from god for being my best self.
Then I get the presents. 🎁