I think happiness might be like that proverbial tree in the forest.
If you don't acknowledge it, does it really exist?
So, here I am, acknowledging it. I wasn't raised to believe in happily ever after. I was raised to believe in happiness. One moment and then another.
Do you remember the scene in The Hours where Meryl Streep is talking to her daughter? I can't forget it. She recalls waking up one morning in her twenties and feeling what she thought was the beginning of a lifetime of happiness. “So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And, of course, there will always be more.” Then she laughs and continues, “It never occurred to me it wasn’t the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment … right then.”
So, perhaps, this - right here - is happiness.
A few reasons for this moment:
Slumber party tonight over at the Autumn Vegas love shack.
My favorite funny girl is coming to town tomorrow with her bff. I see clubs, sushi and gay men in our future and I can't wait.
I'm looking into volunteer opportunities here in my new city. I'm excited to rock babies that need love. (Clubbing and rocking babies in one post? That's how things roll around here.)
I was looking at a photo of my boyfriend yesterday and I thought, "Gosh, he's cute." Swoon.
I'm planning my upcoming birthday party (I'm all about birthdays) and a much needed trip to Seattle.
There was a moment last week when, for the first time since I moved to Vegas nine months ago, I felt like I belonged. And then... it happened again. Two times in one week.
This album is killing me. In the best possible way. I giddily repeat it all day long.
Oh, and I have a super cool giveaway to announce on Monday! Be sure to check back in.
So from my happy moment to yours, I hope glitter falls all around your weekend. Xoxo - Kathleen