The Feeling of Happiness is Relative
Dear Diary, Today's writing prompt is to write about a time that I felt really happy. I cannot believe that I struggled with this topic for over three hours. One would assume that a topic so simple as this would be a breeze to discuss. Oh but contraire! I finally started listing all the different times in my life that I felt real happiness. So my conclusion is that happiness is all relative. Relative to the different stages of my life. Like when I was a baby, I am pretty sure I was really happy to get a bottle and a cookie. And I specifically remember being really happy while watching Winnie the Poo on our roll-a-way TV . When I was a teen, the only thing that made me happy was hour-long phone calls with friends, getting my first kiss with the boy I was most in love with at the time; and getting a 10-speed bike for Christmas. Happy days! How about the time I became a mother. I think I was pretty fricken happy with all three of them. They are my true loves of life....