The big question of the day is: Are you happy? I complied a list of questions to help you answer this. After reading the inquiry only you can determine weather you have truly lived at all. Look no further and discover the pure meaning behind an authentic, happy, life.
I was lying in bed a few nights ago, when a random idea managed to make its way through my tunnel of thoughts. My mind wanders a lot before bedtime. Sometimes of memories, books I’ve read, shows I’ve watched, or what I want to eat the next day. I seem to always formulate my best concepts during the early hours of the morning. I’m a night owl.
That particular night I was disappointed at my myself for disposing a poem I wrote a few years ago. I thought it was lousily written, so I crumbled it, and tossed it away, over a year ago. I sat in bed, staring at the wall, desperately trying to remember what I had written. All I managed to recall was that it was about breathing with new lungs. I sighed heavily, thinking, Oh well, I can write a new poem. Then, suddenly I came up with the title, my lungs are made for breathing. Anyone who suffers from cystic fibrosis knows our lungs simply suck at being lungs. Our lungs are definitely not made for breathing well, but new transplanted lungs is a different story.
Humans are like flowers. We need food and water in order to grow successfully, as well as, positive light in our lives, just like a flower needs the sun. When we are nurtured daily we are blooming, bold, and beautiful.
It sounds easy, right? Life is wonderful and can be a delightful experience, but unfortunately, often times we are in a drought, struggling to survive. Ultimately, how do we deal with the daily stress of our every day lives? Balance and consistency is the key.
Autumn is my favorite time of year. I particularly love it for many reasons; the crisp weather, cool colors, halloween, my hearing being restored after losing it, and I met my husband.
Today, I’m reminancing the day I fell in love with Justin, my husband. I had signed up for online dating a year before, using both Match and eHarmony. I met a handful of unusual men. None of them were right for me. Mostly, not mature enough or had the wrong intentions.
The Park Bench
Last weekend I was invited to my friend, Abby’s bridal shower. We’ve been friends since middle school. We met in sixth grade homeroom. I was struggling to make new friends and too shy to speak with anyone. I passed her a note and asked if she was interested in getting to know one another. Since then, she attended all of my birthday parties and I’ve also worshiped with her at her church a few times in the past. She moved to Iowa after high school graduation and we lost touch for a little while, but recently rekindled our friendship.
Is it real, Am I really twenty-six years old today? I was in high school when I first started consistently writing in a private journal. Sometimes, I wrote two times a day. I stayed awake past 1AM, listening to my computer keyboard tapping along with my thoughts, while everyone in the house was soundly sleeping. I had desires to begin a blog, but my teenage self esteem kept me from pursuing it.
I was at a writers block for my birthday post, and then, I thought of it. I have my grandma to thank, for stepping up the ladder, into her unbearably hot attic, to retrieve my bright green spiral notebook that reads, Life, Hope, and The Long Journey Ahead. These words were taken from one of my favorite novels, A Walk to Remember, by Nicholas Sparks. I paged through entry after entry and finally decided on the perfect post for today. Maybe you’ll find yourself smiling as much as I did.