What Makes You Happy?

I was thinking about life and all of the things that it brings with it. I am so grateful for the life that I have had. I wouldn’t take anything from my journey because it made me who I am. January is always a long month for me.

Winter is dark and cold and isolated. I have never liked winter or the snow or the cold. I know, I know. I am not sure how my family got to Chicago. I know we came from down south and ended up here, but it certainly had nothing to do with me. I wasn’t even an inkling of a thought when my family got here. I have been trying to relocate for years, but there have been things that have prevented it from happening. I would welcome a relocation at this point in my life. Nothing is holding me here. My children are all adults, so I don’t have to think about what that would mean for them. I can do my work anywhere so that I would welcome a warm and sunny change. That would make me happy. So, short of that, I asked myself the question about what really makes me happy. I got some great answers. When I think about my children and when they were babies, some of the things that they did make me laugh and that makes me happy.


When I think about my husband and how far we have come as a couple that makes me ecstatic. We did a great job, and I am so proud of us.

I am happy that I have grown up and become the woman that I have always wanted to be. I wanted to be the woman who knew that it was ok to walk away from relationships that did not work for me. I am there. I understand that I can drown in those types of relationships. I am happy that I have come to learn that people do not have to love you the way that you love them. Love is different depending on the circumstances and the information that the person has. I get that now. I am happy that I can share my writing with the world and not worry about who likes it and who doesn’t, understanding that tastes vary. I don’t like cooked fruit or white cake, but lots of other people do, so apple pies and Pillsbury cake mix will still be sold in stores. I will keep writing. I am happy that I have things in my life that I can smile about, laugh and write about.

When I go into my office and run my hands across the books that line the walls I smile. I smile even wider when I get to the last book on the shelf and see that it is mine. That makes me happy. I did some things in my life that I am really proud of and that makes it all worth living. I hope that you have some things in your life that makes you happy and makes life worth living.

I hope that you have happiness and love in your life. Remember that it is up to you to make yourself happy. That responsibility does not belong to anyone else. Happy living in 2019.

The Writer

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