Today

When something seems too good to be true, it usually is. Or is it really?

All those stories about mean stepmothers and wicked witches and evil queens, is it possible they are all based on the same bad woman as seen by many different people?

All those times when the goodness turns out to just be a trap and not real goodness at all; could it be one story told a million times?

When life is too good I become frightened and some nay say-er is always there to pat me on the back and say, "You're right. This can't be happening to you." Sucking all the joy out of what should be mountain top experiences, what are in reality perfect moments, except for my lack of faith in my own judgment.

Why shouldn't something feel too good to be true? There is absolutely no reason at all for me not to find the purest kind of joy in living. If I expect nothing except the joy, it is usually here for the taking.

It is all those other expectations that weigh things down, make them messy, dull the shine of beautiful moments.

This moment is not tied down to tomorrow. If tomorrow something else happens, it will be up to me to make what I can of it.

Today I am surrounded by joy.