Laundry

I love being happy. I don't know anyone who doesn't enjoy that feeling of pure fulfillment and joy come over their body. I wonder if it's just me, but when I'm so happy - I get like a little whoosh of tingling through my whole body. Like my brain and nerves are telling me to enjoy the moment as much as possible and to hold onto that feeling. I love holding onto that feeling. I wish I could put it in a jar and never forget it. But then again, if I was always happy and glowing, would I appreciate it as much as I do, when I do?

I try to look for little things that make the day or can make anyone happy. Like today. I worked outside, sixth day in a row. It could have been me bitching about the heat and how I don't want to be at work. But it's me saying, yeah it's warm - but at least it's not snowing. Yeah we're at work - but we're not running program. Yes we're surrounded by kids - but not kids that hate you, kids that say "You're the best!" or "You're the prettiest." You may not actually be the prettiest, but it's how you take it. To Amna, I'm gorgeous, the prettiest princess she's ever seen. And everyday, even if she doesn't remember it. I will. Because it's something so little, from the smallest girl I know, that she believes to be true - and now... Me too.

I hate having to turn something around for someone, making them see the silver lining. But whatever. Sometimes, I need someone to do that for me. But I'd like to think I'm a pretty happy camper. Oh well. Alls well, ends well.

Side note: I can't wait to do laundry tomorrow.