I’m writing this early. I’ll be celebrating tomorrow. Enjoying the family.
I still feel like I’m 12 years old. Insecure and bumbling about. But I’m not. 12 that this is.
And then the right mood hits, the vitamins or maybe the extra sleep kicks in and I’m happy and confident.
I used to wish over my birthday candles the same wish every year-
I wish to be happy.
Like it was attainable just through some careful planned whispers.
Now I know the truth. It takes work and doing the right things to bring you that.
If you’re lucky and you keep yourself on track, you just might get closer to having that sense of peace that comes from a well lived life. For me being happy means working hard on:
- Forgiving myself and others
- Putting my family first
- Focusing more on healing than prescribing
- Empathizing more than sympathizing
- Reading more and talking less
- Writing from the heart and less from the brain
- Looking into people’s eyes to see their soul
- Thanking more and complaining less
- Smiling more and crying less
This year, I’m not sure what I’ll wish over my candles.
Maybe I’ll just say
Thank You
Because at the end of the day, I still feel grateful.