I'll be happy over the simplest things. The sun shining, nice weather. My cat following me out into the backyard, patting him and hearing him purr. Endorphins from a workout. Slow and uncertain progress. A filling meal. A manageable workload. A tolerable environment. Ending the day in bed. Watching my favourite broadcast and bursting into fits of laughter. A long sleep, soft pillows, warm blankets. A roof over my head. I'll be happy over the things that matter. Simple yet crucial. I'll decide to be happy.
february journal prompts 5. The Quality I most admire in myself is: My confidence the fact that I can wear, say, listen to whatever music, do anything I want without caring about what others may think about it.
It's about living in the moment and appreciating the smallest things. Surrounding yourself with things that inspire you and letting go of the obsessions that want to take over your mind. It is a daily struggle sometimes and hard work, but HAPPINESS begins with your own attitude and how you look at the world. — Gretchen Rubin "the Happiness Project"
february journal prompts 2. The quality I admire most in others is: Ambitions. Motivated people who set goals for themselves and then work until they accomplish them and move on to the next one. I also really admire when peopl;e can just compliment another person.
Expression is Survival. You can do it however you please. Write, Draw, Create something in your hands. Tell someone you love them. Take a drive, roll down your windows, and yell something like, "MY LIFE IS SO $ H ! T RIGHT NOW!" Or, "WHAT DO YOU KNOW? I'M ACTUALLY FINE TODAY!". These are just things to try when CRYING and DANCING doesn't work. -Hayley Williams.
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January 24, 2019 8:19pm EST
I don’t know anything, but I know this: whatever is done with love, in the name of others, without self-gain, whatever is done with the heart on behalf of someone or something, be it a child, animal, vegetable, rock, person, cloud, whatever work we make with complete humility, will always come out beautifully, and something more valuable than fame or money will come. This I know. — Sandra Cisneros ; A House of My Own
22 December 2018 I imagined my mind knowing better felt my viscera quiver. the birds get startled into flight though always round-trip. it’s good to be home alone not that you would if I had anything to do about it but we make do. life sucks its thumb. you’re right where you’re meant to be. who’s to say blankets aren’t party dresses or that eyes can only wet in one way. gloveless in this eventide chill. luckily we aren’t parting thickets for interstices for clarity. I empathise with the trees that bend out of light’s way at least till rough limbs creep up gently against glass they refuse to crack. dirty bedroom window remains so. it treasures the head that rested on it oil and all pondering the ease with which we dance around naked intention. show me it’s possible to live and for quite a while without flowering a new wound. how lovely we are in our natural state. taste of raw tongue on my tongue waves fragile at our feet. we stay dipped long enough for our digits to grow old shrivel without fear. something once felt too cruel to endure. I would not have chosen to float if given the option. but now i’ll swim.