Cloud nine

Imagine believing it is okay to be you.

When it comes to me there has almost always been something I was waiting to fix before I thought I might be okay.

Part of happiness is liking yourself or your life and finding joy in the present.

I was there in my early twenties. I remember telling my dad, "You've heard about the Joneses? Well we ARE the Joneses right now." It may, or may not have been true, but it felt true and it gave me a lot of self confidence.  I liked where I lived, what I did, how I looked.

I have not felt that way in a very long time, until lately.

I'm not sure quite what happened, but I have found myself particularly contented with myself and my life the past few weeks.

I don't want to dissect it, or do anything to end that feeling. It is just too nice.