I am ridiculously, stupidly happy.
So many people would gather this time in their hands and shield it from the world, because they fear showing it, and celebrating it, would be tempting something bad to happen.
News Flash: Bad things are going to happen if I revel in this good, or if I keep glancing behind me tainting this good with the fear of the bad.
Hell, there are bad things in my life right now. I can’t fix those. One of them, all I can do is send my heart out and have hope. I don’t gain anything by letting the things I can’t fix puncture the truly wonderful. I wouldn’t be helping anyone by not appreciating and sharing my happy.
If things go bad, or the other shoe drops, I won’t be stronger or wiser or better prepared from hording my joy. When life gets hard again, and I have to move through rough times, this joy will have strengthened me.
It is much scarier as an adult to grasp your happy with both hands than it is to question it. A lot of things that are scary are worth doing anyway, like being vulnerable and accepting yourself or trying to do what you feel is right. Scary is not taking this from me. Neither is ‘what-if’.
When happiness comes to you, try with everything you are to enjoy it. Try to experience it in its purest form with as little doubt as you can. Yes, bad things will happen. The other shoe might fall. Nothing you can do will stop that. Enjoy your moments while you can. They give you your steel.
Sometimes you get to be very very happy. It is a gift. Take it.