Sitting at a football game in ballet flats and leggings on cold bleachers. I wasn't happy.
The dream of having my porch swing finally came true.
Sometimes people say things not realizing the company they are with. That there might be one person that their comment hurt. That their comment embarrassed. Hurt can to turn to anger. Anger is not happy.
Anger is a road trip you can stay on a bit too long.
I've never been one to relish in the long distance journey but I seem to be stuck in the traffic. Or maybe just stranded along the side of the road.
More happy thoughts need to come my way. More hot baths to warm cold toes. More crispy bacon as a main course and not a side. More dark chocolate and stout beer. More happy, less not so.