For my birthday, my husband gifted me this print:
It's beautifully illustrated by a letterer/designer I admire. I need to find the perfect spot to hang it.
It's also a quote I love.
My mind connects it to the Kurt Vonnegut reading we chose for our wedding last year.
I'm grateful that I've made up my mind.
And I get to be pretty dang happy these days.
Not long ago, a dear friend asked me what my superpower is.
"What are you better at than most people in the world?"
"Finding happiness," I replied.
It's a weird superpower. I'm pretty sure it's inherited from my mom, whose freakish optimism exceeds all human expectations.
I mean. I still feel all of the things.
And am sometimes overcome with anger.sadness.guilt.exhaustion.self-doubt.anxiety. like everyone else.
But mostly, I can find the bright side.
It's usually a question of how full my glass is.
A bright outlook is easy, I guess,
for the generally kickass hand I've been dealt.
And I'm not sure what there is to do about that,
except share.
So I try.
Gratitude is the starting place.
More and more I realize that it's the biggest of all the feelings.
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