So, I went shopping again. I know, right? England, what are you gonna do?!
I managed to find my way alone by bus this time. It’s great. Knowing where I’m headed, I mean.
So yes, this is my dress. It actually is starting to turn into a fashion blog more than anything else.
Possibly I’ll get around to writing down my thoughts about life as well.
I went shopping in Woking today! It was fun! I’m also considering blogging about my adventures here more. Hmm, yes, it does sound nice.
Happiness is just a choice.
I like the things that I like
It has taken me a long time to realize this. Lifetimes, probably. Perhaps there were lifetimes where I was aware of that and when I was truly happy. I don’t care whether you believe in past lifetimes or not. I do. I can imagine I’ve done all kinds of crazy shit.
But … as much as I’ve read all kinds of quotes about happiness. As much as I’ve heard someone say that it’s just a choice to be happy. It’s just a choice to be poor. To suffer. I didn’t believe it before. Then one day I just thought to myself: “Hmm, so all this stuff is going on. Okay, cool. I choose to be happy.” And I was. It brought a smile to my face and I felt instantly lighter inside. As light as a feather.
If happiness is just a choice … everything is, really. It’s your choice whether you suffer or have a life of ease. It’s your choice to work hard or be lucky and have everything delivered to you on a silver platter. It’s your choice to be sad and waste your life away or laugh a lot and enjoy every minute of every day.
It is a fucking choice. If you try to figure it out, you’re probably still not aware of it. If you’re aware of it, you just know how it works.
I like sunbeams and the warmth of the sun on my skin. I like caresses that make me fuzzy inside. I like the softness of a kitten against my skin. I like the smile on a stranger’s lips.
I like the wondrous look inside a kaleidoscope. I like the magic my eyes see. I like the yellow the sunflowers carry. I like the taste of apple tea on my tongue. I like the sense of the wind at night.
I like to discover how wonderful I am. I like to wave a wand and let all my troubles go. I like the eyes of no judgment. I like the laughter ringing in my ears. I like sitting on a windowsill with an open book, listening to the sound of pouring rain.
I like woolen socks warming my feet at winter. I like the breeze that makes my hair dance in the summer. I like the feeling of presence. I like the questions my mouth forms. I like to attempt speaking British English.
I like pretty dresses and twirling barefoot in the grass. I like the knowing that my dreams do come true. I like the seeds of a dandelion, dancing softly in the air.
I like it when I can’t hold back a smile. I like it when someone sees me, not just watches as I pass by. I like the difference that I be. I like the blush my cheeks carry. I like the lightness choosing for me creates. I like the things that I like.