so this is happy.

putting words to paper feels more important than ever these days. for the first time in ever, true happiness is a certain for me in a life full of uncertains. i've [finally...well, mostly] learned what it means to appreciate the little things—the ritual of my morning coffee and what it signifies: the start of a brand new day, where anything is possible. the fact that this ritual happens every single day. what it means: that anything is possible. every. single. day; the joy of trying new things—swimming, a recipe, yoga, a book—each day offers the discovery of a treasure that has always been right beneath my nose, waiting to be uncovered.  and i know i have truly found happiness because in the midst of holding a job that gives me nothing more than serious feelings of ennui, i know how to check it at the door when i walk away from my desk at 5pm. to know that the thing i’m meant to be doing already exists and is just waiting for me to find it is enough to get me out of bed in the morning. i don’t know what it is, but i can’t wait to find it.

so, to happiness: i found you. you are wonderful, and i am so grateful i know you now.
to the thing [job and/or person, we aren't picky over here[ that is meant for me: i’m ready for you. i’ll keep looking but you can come find me, too.

and to the me that might possibly stumble upon unhappiness some time down the road (afterall, aren’t we all just trying to carve our niche out in this world? sometimes, often times, discovery goes hand in hand with hard times): remember what it feels like in this moment, to have the un nowhere in sight. this life is beautiful and wonderful with the little things.