Last night I was dancing in the kitchen while cooking dinner, which oddly enough, is nothing unusual in our house. Our baby son was bouncing along in his high chair. The older kids were in-between laughs and eye rolls.
As I charismatically danced using my favorite 90’s moves, it hit me. I’m happy. Truly, genuine, down in my soul, happy.
Happy enough to be dancing crazily in the middle of my kitchen while cooking up a pot of spaghetti.
Of course, I still have things that stress me out. Being happy doesn’t mean that everything is perfect. It means you’re perfectly happy with where you are, what you have, and who you’re surrounded with. And I am, wholeheartedly.
Years ago, I wouldn’t have been happy enough to dance in the kitchen.
Sometimes people go through things that change the entire makeup of their heart and soul. Call it unraveling. Call it an awakening. Call it a breakthrough. Whatever you call it, it’s a blessing.
I hope today you find yourself happy enough to dance in the kitchen, or sing in the car, or something else that feels good and free and fun.
I’m happy today, not because I haven’t faced difficulty or heartbreak. But because I rose above it, determined to keep moving until my soul felt at home and proud…and one day it did.
©️ Happiness, Hope & Harsh Realities.
