Happiness

I talk to my cousin, my sister, my mom, my dad and yes...myself. What is happiness? To me, it's not a fantasy, it's in ya head! Everyday when I am at work and I feel like going postal (and this happens very often). I look up at the pictures I have carefully pasted in a collage to my left, one in particular; Mike and Lydia are both kissing my cheeks and I am smiling.

That was November 13, 2010 at Robert Moses Beach. I had over $300 in insufficient funds in the bank, gas light on, phone about to be cut off, still fresh off losing my Step-Mom...I was happy. Nothing could ruin that day, and nothing did because I did not let it. I would not let it. We woke up, I made my house famous cinnamon brown sugar pancakes (so good you don't need syrup) and we ventured out to the beach because it was over 60 degrees out.

We packed our backpacks with bottled water, crystal light packets and whatever else we could scratch up from the cupboard and marched out the door at 12pm. We didn't come home until 4pm...covered in sand and exhausted. Happy.

We laughed and played all day. We even took a nap huddled together against the fence that separates the beach from the dunes. The pictures say it all (one of them even became my Christmas card photo). Happy Happy Happy! Broke, 3 weeks worth of laundry piled up against the wall in my kitchen (just in case you didn't know, not all apartments in NY come with a washer and dryer), no gas in my car, no clean clothes for work because dry cleaning is not in the plan (all I have to say is thank god for dryer sheets and a nice hot iron), HAPPY! It's in ya head I tell ya!

So go make your own happiness! I did (well at least for one day).

J