An explaination. And a slightly redundant post towards the end. (Get over it.)

Quite often people make comments on how happy of a person I am.

But here's some fun information...It's because as I probably mentioned in a previous rambling online conversation with the internet...Happiness is a choice. Over the past few months/year, I've had a lot of stuff happen. Some not so good things.

A year ago I was pregnant. (With a baby- not emotion). It was one of the most wonderful moments of my life.  I wanted nothing more than to be a mother. But that was not meant to be right then- and I had no control over that.
Oddly enough, another wonderful moment was getting a divorce and knowing in the very core of my being that it was ok. Bigger and better things were ahead of me. To have that kind of peace of mind is priceless. And both of those seemingly negative things- were really opportunities for me to move onto where I am meant to be.

So yes- I'm happy.

Happy for a lot of things.

I'm happy because I saw fireflies tonight. And had a lovely day with a good friend. I'm happy because every day I wake up there are millions of miracles surrounding me that could easily be taken for granted. I'm happy because I have an awesome job. I have an amazing group of friends whom I love with my whole heart. I'm happy because it's the season where you can eat dinner outside and as the sun sets enjoy the crisp cool breeze. I'm happy because I have kidneys that work. I am happy because of all the beautiful things I get to experience. I'm happy because I've made it to almost 30 with no major sicknesses or injuries. I'm happy because people like it when I'm around them. I'm happy because I am not allergic to any foods.  I'm happy because I can draw and paint. I'm happy because I wake up every day. I'm happy because I can make people laugh. I'm happy because of the way my dog runs full speed into the wind with more joy than I can imagine. I'm happy because I can have ice cream for breakfast if I wanted. I'm happy because I grew out of my fat and awkward phase. I'm happy because I notice old people holding hands, and it makes me think about how great it'll be to be old and hold hands with the person I'm meant to be old with. I'm happy because I can cook like mofo, I'm happy because I am surrounded by GOOD people, and lots and lots of beauty.

When I do have a rare moment where I'm pissed off, or things aren't going my way- I remember all this and and get over it.


For those who can't handle my happy- that's really not my problem is it?

Whats the point of this? Basically all you can do is your best. You can't control other people, or situations. Just yourself. My prerogative is to make others happy- and in the process I become happier.