Ah the familiar click of rapidly moving keys under my fingers. There have been a ton of thoughts running through my head that I keep telling myself "I should blog about that!" But at the same time I can't seem to make enough time with all the extra time that I'm given.
I find it hard to write about things when I'm feeling happy. I feel that happy thoughts just seem to flow endlessly out of my mouth into the ears of innocent bystanders. Whether they care to hear about my happiness and joyous mood, they fall victim to the onslaught of cheery tones. I find blogging, or writing for that matter, is something that I use as a release of stressful emotion. I tend to sit down and want to write about something when I feel that burdening others with my overly moody emotions is just bad karma. I sit down at the computer when I can't hold in anymore of the overly powerful stirs of feelings and if they aren't released it will create the horrible word-vomit that occurs in the most unfortunate of places. My word-vomit is comparable to a frat house party where alcohol is consumed at a rate of astonishing speed and mixed with various forms of belligerent shmoozing and all at once comes hurling out in a slightly toxic and foul smelling mixture onto pledges and anyone unfortunately close enough to be in range of the spew.
So I decided to try something new.
How about talking about something happy? Just because I've repeated the story a million times doesn't mean that it's going to get a notch worse on the millionth and one time. It may make it better.
So, I'm happy! I'm overly, happy. I haven't felt this happy in a long time. It's a freeing happiness. A happiness that makes me smile when I wake up, grin throughout my day and go to sleep feeling hopefully optimistic about the future. It is almost sickening I know. I don't know how long this kind of euphoric happiness can last, so I'm embracing it while it is here. I'm squeezing the living hell out of it, going to make sure that every last drop of happy sap is sucked out of this feeling until it is shriveled up like a dry prune. And for no particular reason, or reasons maybe I've yet to admit to myself...I'm this happy. I can do anything, go anywhere, be whatever-the-hell-I-feel-like-being-today happy. It's strange really, because a few months ago I was convinced that happiness was a long lost friend of mine that I could fondly look back on our memories together. He occasionally stopped by for a cup of tea and was too quick to leave, but now I think that he may be here to stay for a slumber party, or two, or three, or a whole week.
People reaffirm thoughts that I know to be true in my own head but fail to listen to when my own conscious is screaming them at me. I need to hear them from someone else to make sure I can recognize they are real. What you put out into the universe will come back to you. I am a magnet for happy thoughts. I will not harbor unhealthy thoughts. I am a product of my own mood. Positive energy and good vibrations will be returned to you in time. The law of attraction will attract like people and like situations to myself. I know this to be true, it just got happily hammered into my head recently. So far, it has yet to prove me wrong.
Please don't :)
Here's to another overly positive and happy day tomorrow.
Good night world.
Bree
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