I haven't written a new post in a while, and I think it's because I've been mostly happy lately. And when you're mostly happy, you tend to be more active. You do things like wake up in the morning as opposed to the afternoon when you've slept through the most annoying part of the day. You make that satisfied Ahhh... sound after you sip your coffee, and you piss people off with your optimism. When you're happy, you cheers people even when you're drinking something stupid, like milk. And just because you're holding a glass, not because you're celebrating anything. "Cheers! I'm drinking milk!" Or, "Cheers! I showered today!"
So why am I writing now? Because underneath my mountain of joy hides a creepy little animal that tells me it's not okay to be flitting around with such an obnoxious twinkle in my eye. It is that negative voice that most of us hear when things start to go right. It stands in your peripheral waving a red flag, making you question and doubt yourself. It offers to tuck you back inside your little box with a glass of whiskey and a ratty old blanket. "Come back," it says, "turn out the light. Who do you think you are to be shining so brightly? People don't like that." And the truth is, some people don't. But it doesn't much matter one way or the other. Happiness can be fleeting. Hold it gently. Cherish it. Silence the voice that tells you that you are undeserving of it by shining even brighter, and eventually, the only voice you'll hear is your own, pushing you forward with compassion and encouragement. Happiness. I'll cheers to that!
