Tag: happiness

The Water Bottle

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She drove to the store to pick up a few things. I had written ‘Hydrangeas’ on the list, but she spotted daffodils and instinctively knew which to buy.

Daffodils are displayed on the table.

I have this thing about pretty water.

When I see a pretty bottle of water, I purchase a couple. One for her room, even though she’s not normally here, and the other one rests on my bedside table.

I call it my ‘weekend’ water bottle.

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Today, as my daughter was leaving for the store I said, “If you see any pretty water bottles at the store, grab us a couple.”

When she returned home, I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the water bottles she had chosen. I think she outdid mine.

But, you know? I can’t help but feel like something really good happened here. She knows what a pretty water bottle is, and she knows what to look for.

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This shade of emerald green sparkles from across the room as the light hits it.

She’s on her way to a beautiful, adult life my darling. Even with the water bottle.

Because I’m Happy

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There’s no more Christmas decor on the coffee bar. I took it down and packed it away yesterday. The Christmas tree is still standing. Not quite ready to give up the ambiance of the tree. It gives the room a cozy glow.

There’s not a lot of rules in my life.

I bought flowers today for no reason.

I don’t need a reason. Did I put off packing away the decor? No lovely, I was still enjoying it, until I wasn’t, and that’s when it was time to pack it away.

My daughter is concerned the tree may still be standing in June. It won’t last that long, but it’s still drinking water, so it looks good. It brings me joy, until it doesn’t and I’ll let it go.

My first thought was how bare the coffee bar looks without the decorations, but then I saw one of my favorite signs.

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When I saw it, I wondered if people had to look for reasons to be happy? Are they spending more time looking at reasons not to be happy? Some people are more comfortable not being happy. They’ve been unhappy for so long it feels normal, and they don’t know how to feel any other way.

Focus on what’s wrong, or find what’s right.

There doesn’t have to be a reason. It’s a choice. When my mind begins looking for reasons to be happy I simply respond, because I’m happy.

It Was Time

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“Do you want a new Christmas stocking?”, she asked. I hadn’t thought about it till that moment.

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I haven’t had a new Christmas stocking since the divorce. The one I brought with me is laying in a box of unused Christmas items. These items that at one time, we enjoyed having, but they no longer resonate. That was my stocking.

Letting go of what you once were makes room for the new.

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My new Christmas stocking is completely different than the other one. This is how my daughter sees me today. She knew before I did that it was time.

Because It’s Fun

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Life is supposed to be fun.

It took years for me to realize this and the only thing that kept it from being fun was me.

Someone said they appreciated my optimism. I forgot there is a word that describes my outlook. Optimistic. It goes far beyond that my darling. I see everything in a positive light. When something negative occurs, I wait for the positive outcome, because it always comes.

As long as I let it be and don’t try to fix it.

I want to spend this last month of the year feeling all of the accumulated happiness of 2019. It wants to be released and enjoyed.

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I made a giant ball of yarn for under the tree.

My daughter loves it. It began with a picture on Pinterest, as so many fun things do! The Christmas tree had Vintage toys around it. This ball is for a cat, but I figured out how to make it. (We don’t own a cat) It softens the seriousness of life and makes us laugh.

Life isn’t as serious as the mind makes it out to be.

Make yourself laugh.

Spend time with those who make you feel loved.

Because it’s fun.

Drink the Glitter

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“There’s so much glitter”, she said.

“I’ll take that one”, was my response.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll just drink the glitter!”

This is a normal conversation between my daughter and me. This is also the second time this week she’s made a cup of tea, only to find glitter floating in it. The glitter is from the garland hanging across the coffee bar. A sprinkling landed in the cups.

I’m still pondering why that’s a bad thing.

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The tree went up before Thanksgiving.

We bought one the day they were delivered to the store. This one fits the house instead of overtaking the house. The tree stands quietly in the corner of the den offering additional warmth and sparkle to our lives. A small tree in a small house is more inviting than a giant tree in a small house.

My daughter researched how to flock a tree and good ol’ Amazon helped. She did a fabulous job with it and now we have enough flocking left over for 10 more trees! I believe she wants to flock our wreath next. We give ourselves permission to sprinkle some extra goodness into our life.

But you don’t have to drink the glitter.

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This Will Help

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I’ve watched it everyday this week. It’s the best part of parenting. To do what looks crazy and somewhat embarrassing, in hopes they secretly enjoy it enough to follow suit with their own kid one day.

If you need a smile my darling, this will help!