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happiness, an invitation

“Are you happy?”

I'm not sure if happy is the best description of how I feel. I think it’s more like contentment that I feel. In all of the little moments. In my home. The authenticity of who I am. The dreams that carry me. The values that ground me. Peace and contentment. Isn't that the same as happiness?

Maybe because it’s hard to say out loud “I am happy”. It feels like a challenge, an invitation to the Universe for tragedy or trauma.

Sometimes when I giggle on my couch at a drama I’m loving, or I sing horribly in the kitchen while I do dishes, or I sit in peace to read a book I think to myself “this is happiness”. This is peace, contentment, safety. healing. happiness.

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