Lunch Specials

Happiness is...

Lunch specials. A majority of restaurants have them. You know, for the business meetings or lunch breaks... which I don't have. Today, however, I get to meet for lunch and have a soup and salad special!

It's the small things.

You...

Happiness is...

You. Yes, you, reading this entry today. I recognize that there are hundreds of millions of people out there browsing things on the internet, but I know you're following along with my story. And I love you for that.

I love you for that, and for so many other reasons. Just remember your importance, whenever you're in doubt. I value you. It's just that plain and simple. You are more than a somebody.

Mylar

Happiness is...

Those little mylar-balloons-on-a-stick. They never deflate! Never stop sending their message! (and depending on the occasion that can be a very good or very bad thing) Sure, you can tell me I did a good job. You can write me a quick heartfelt note or give a few flowers. That's so sweet.

But there's this tiny balloon in the corner of my desk that's still nagging me, I care. It refuses to give up, refuses to be tucked away. In 5th grade I received one that said "Get well"... and I'm convinced that if I hadn't thrown it out when I was packing for college, it would still be shining its beacon. Even after throwing it out, my guilt keeps it in the back of my mind---funny how that works. Who said diamonds are the only forever? Pick up a couple of these bad boys and you'll be on that someone's dresser until they get the courage to pop or toss it. In my case, that's a long time on the dresser.

Comments

Happiness is...

Comments.
Wall posts.
Likes.
Messages.
In this immediate, internet world it is so easy to go through the motions and become completely anonymous. Then someone takes you off guard and writes back. It's a little beacon of hope---"I see you, I know you're there... And I'm here too!"


Comments are a sweet reminder that you matter, at least to somebody. So thanks, somebody :)

You are loved.

Happiness is...

Dried flowers. Don't throw them away when they start to look a little sad, hang them up and preserve the memories! I still have roses from high school plays, congratulations from my parents, bouquets from special weddings, and the flowers that made me feel a part of my sorority. Flowers are more than a sweet thought, they're more than a special occasion, they're something to cherish... often times for years to come.

Take in the fragrant perfume of your flowers. Admire the vibrant colors. Hold them dear. And then preserve them. Put them in a vase and keep a spot in your heart for each unique flower that stands the test of time.

Cliche or not, flowers are one of the best reminders of just how special you are. Remind yourself, daily, of this fact. You are a brilliant, strong, and beloved person. Remember all of the people in your life who love you and cherish you. You are amazing. Look back on old keepsakes (or flowers) and reflect on just that.

love.

Happiness is...

Valentine's Day. And every little blissful moment that surrounds it.

This year is my first year being in a serious relationship with someone in February. For once, I get chocolates from someone besides my mother, and I get to celebrate with someone I can hold tight... as splendid as my evenings with girlfriends are, I am really going to enjoy myself.

Happiness is going to a late night showing of a 3D children's movie, narrated by the cutest one ever: "that's a boobie bra!". Happiness is cooking dinner for two. Happiness is getting snazzed up and sitting down to a nice Zydeco show downtown. Happiness is being walked to the door, as you always imagined a perfect date ended. Happiness is knowing that, for now, tomorrow doesn't matter so much. I can indulge in the atmosphere around Valentine's Day, and just enjoy being spoiled.

Happy V Day to everyone in my life. After all, if you're in my life you deserve every ounce of love I can send out. You are special. Don't worry, be happy.