Visits and Happiness

Betsy, one of my friends from college, was in town last week for the Christmas rush at the fabulous Wakefield-Scearce Galleries. She came over to chat and catch up a little. Real randomly she looked in my face and said (with a little attitude might I add), "Are you happy, like are you really happy?  Like all of you, for-real happy?  You don't get tired of this or hate it inside?" She wrinkled up her face and put her hands on her hips, all skeptical-like.

I instantly replied,  "Yes, absolutely!  Every single day I feel like my purpose is being fulfilled." And that was that.  She made this face - the whatever face, I call it.  You know the one.  When your kids don't believe what you say, when your best friend senses you're not telling her something or when you tell your employees that you're really going to stop dancing and sit down at your desk to get to work.  Oh - that last one doesn't happen to you?  Well, they never believe me, and I'm always getting the  whatever face.

Anywho, Betsy went on her marry way, and when I laid my head down that evening to read a little, I couldn't stop replaying her face in my head.  The question kept going on repeat, slinking in and out of my brain.  And you know what - I really am happy.  So happy.  I have my whiney days (the ones I have to sit at my desk all blasted day long), and editing isn't as fulfilling as shooting or meeting + loving on your families, but I really do love my job.  This is totally what I was made for at this point in my life.

And you know when I'm the happiest?  When I'm living IN my life.  When I sing in the car.  When I open my eyes and pay attention to the beautiful world around me.  When I sit at my desk and repeat "this is their only wedding, the only family they'll ever have, their sweet baby they just adopted and it matters more to them than most other things in their lives right now.  Do it right.  Do it awesome.  Go." When you bring me your kids, when you introduce me to your families.  When you welcome me into your home as your daughter, your friend, your kids' Lizzie Loo.  When you call me yours.  When you spend time investing in me and when I live present, in those moments - and not just going through the paces, I feel soooo alive.  So full and in love with my life.

Not real sure where I'm going with this.  But I want you to remember to sit and play with Lightning McQueen.  To be calm.  To soak it in.  To sit and remember what right now feels like.  To go slowly and remember how much you mean to those around you.  Life is so sweet and it is far too easy to forget to drink it up.  Live your life so fully that when that wrinkly nose friend comes around to check on you, you can say with your whole heart that there isn't anywhere you would rather be than in your shoes.  Right now.  Living this moment.

Thanks, friends, for making this ride truly amazing.  You have blessed me more than you know.

Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much by what happens to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens.  {Kahlil Gibran}

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