Despite being born with a relentless tendency to always look on the bright side of life, I sometimes find myself wondering if something is about to go spectacularly wrong simply because I find it hard to believe it’s possible to be this happy. That dark side of me, the one that so rarely surfaces (luckily) questions whether this is all for real. But of course it is. It never lasts for very long, my positive nature won’t allow it to, but that darker, more negative part of me is something I sometimes listen to. Again, not very often, nor for very long, but it does make me stop in my tracks occasionally. However, I only have to pinch myself and I discover that this amazing life is not only mine, but it’s just getting better and better.
Let’s face it, my life is pretty incredible and I want for nothing. Sure, we could all have more – more money, more success, more of everything. I could be thinner, have straighter teeth and hair that might conform to an actual style as opposed to some Lion King do. But do you know what? I don’t give a shit! I am so ridiculously happy, and not even stubborn cellulite or hair that’d suit any troll could dampen my spirit. I love my life and wouldn’t change a thing about it. Seriously – I know that even if I won the lottery, it wouldn’t make me happier, as nice as it’d be to always wear Louboutins and travel the world. I’d wear flipflops any day, walking along and knowing my life is exactly the way it is as of this very moment:
- Each morning, I wake up in the arms of my best friend and the love of my life, and our days continue the way they start out: with love, laughter and closeness. B was well worth the wait – better meeting the love your life at the ripe, old age of 37 than never. I wouldn’t change a thing.
- I have a son, who, not only seems to be thriving and is happy, but is also top of his class and is a lovely little person to boot. A son I have loved more than anything from the moment a second blue line on that pregnancy test appeared, let alone thereafter.
- For a living, I have three job titles that make me happy and fulfil me: Writer, School Administrator and Dog Walker. Every day I feel happy, knowing it was a good one and I did something worthwhile.
- My family, these lunatics I am bound to by blood, are the best bunch of people on the planet. You can’t choose your family, but I swear – if I weren’t related to this lot, I’d want them as my friends. Every last one of them I adore, admire and love endlessly.
- And so, my friends – again, an amazing lot, and I am so blessed to know them.
It just doesn’t get any better than this. I sometimes think my blog would be more interesting if I had something sad, tragic or shocking to share, and it probably would be, but sorry folks – this is a happy place. Deal with it!
The book is coming along, slowly but surely. It takes quite a lot to force myself to plug away at it – the dreaded writer’s block has me in its cold, hard grip, but I am breaking out of it little by little. It’s taking shape according to the editor’s feedback and I feel so positive about it even though it’s not happening as fast as I’d like it to. But hey, what’s stopping me? ME. Me, is stopping me. So sure, I need to work on that a bit, but it’s all moving in the right direction and I am so happy with how it’s turning out. It’ll all come together bit by bit and I know the end result will be worth it.
I still need to put this phrase into random fonts to make it look pretty, then have it printed and framed:
A YEAR FROM NOW, WHAT WILL I WISH I’D DONE TODAY?
Happy Friday everyone!