I love writing. Give me a pretty view, a guitar, and a notebook and I could spend the whole day writing songs and dreaming up melodies. Lately, I have been putting a lot of thought into what it is that I love to do. I have so many different outlets and a long list of things that make me feel fulfilled as an artist. One outlet is singing, I have always loved to sing and put my thoughts into song. I don't write for anyone in particular and when asked to share something that I have written, I cringe and my insides go all wobbly. I need to get some guts and start sharing my own music. I want to look back one day and be proud of how I lived my life and know that I was not afraid to be vulnerable.
What makes you vulnerable?
Happiness can be found in your breakfast cereal, or coffee with a friend, or in the quiet parts of your day where you can reflect and smile from inside.
This morning while I was waiting at the Doctors office, and feeling blah, an old lady with a cane was slowly making her way towards a closed door. I jumped up and opened the door for her and she gave me the biggest most beautiful smile. As I went back to my seat, I was smiling inward and outward and realized it does not take much to suddenly brighten your day. Doing something for someone else just set my whole day back on track.