I looked out my window this morning and snow was falling.
Again. STILL. I’m pretty sure that snow has fallen every single day for the
past two weeks. I like snow, but I’m tired of it. I’m tired of shoveling it. I’m
tired of driving through it. I’m tired of stepping over it. I’m tired of my
trash can and recycling bin being buried under it. I’m tired of clearing it off
my car.
I’m going to my happy place. Want to join me?
The water park down the street is one of my happy places.
When the weather is nice, we walk there (okay, usually we drive). Sometimes we
meet some friends there. Sometimes we make new friends there. We all stretch
our legs and breathe in the fresh air and bask in the sunshine. Where there is
sun and water and small children, you can’t help but be happy.
Vacation is another of my happy places. Whether it’s camping
in the woods with the whole family, taking in the sights of the Big Apple with
my sweetheart, or even taking a day off to do something on my own away from the
usual grind, a vacation rejuvenates me, refreshes me, and makes me happy.
Dressing up is my happy place. Whether it’s for a stage
production, for a fancy evening on the town, or for a silly themed party,
breaking out the hats and the nice dresses and the fabulous shoes and the good
jewelry makes me happy. Especially when I’m on the arm of my equally
well-dressed sweetheart.
And last, but certainly not
least, my home is my happy place. I love my home because of what is in it, and
because of who is in it. It’s is filled with memories and with love. It is where the
story of my life up to now has led, and it is where my next chapter is beginning. How
can that not be a happy place?
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