If I Write It...

Do you ever think about what makes you truly happy? I have written here so many times before that to me, happiness is relative. What makes me happy might not even affect you. And what makes you jump for joy may be a conundrum for me.
 
I remember what it felt like to get an “A” on that test I didn’t think I was ready for. Or, waiting and waiting and waiting for what seemed like months for a much-needed tax refund only to find that it just hit the bank. Or, seeing an incoming call from a phone number you had prayed for many times.
 
And I know that every one of you has had experiences that affected you in the same way. It is an adrenaline rush that no one can really explain. But while happiness may often be elusive, it is still a choice.
 
This past week, my niece’s husband returned from a 9-month military tour overseas in support of Ukraine. She broadcast live after the welcome home ceremony as their precious daughters first saw their daddy and ran to him screaming. I could not hold back my tears as I watched him hug them for the first time in months. For the love of me, I cannot comprehend how my niece was holding her phone so steadily.
 
Happiness is just so personal sometimes, isn't it? And there are an infinite number of variables that make it so. For me, it is virtually impossible to pass judgment on anyone because of a feeling they might have. The old adage about walking a mile in someone’s shoes is right on point. Right or wrong, I am infuriated when someone says to me “it could be worse,” or “don’t be silly.”
 
When true happiness seems distant, I always choose to rejoice in whatever feelings I do have. This past weekend, feeling alone and tired, I decided to do some routine maintenance to my Sassy Sentiments Facebook page, and BOOM. There it was.
 
7,000 followers! Did I read that right? I was overwhelmed in late January (1/24) when I surpassed 6,000. But WOW. 1,000 new followers in TWO MONTHS. Have I told you guys lately that I love you? Shall I break out in song?
 
Emptying my brain every week is therapeutic. It makes me happy. I wish everyone could find that one thing that gives them peace, value, and self-worth. Some days it is simply a Sea Salt Caramel Chocolate Chunk cookie that makes everything okay. On other days I need my keyboard!
 
I keep thinking, “If I write it, they will come read it.” Yeah, I know. That is a lame reference. It still makes me feel like a million bucks. Ah, but that is fodder for yet another rant.
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