h.a.p.p.y.

Lilly eats poop.  Oh chillax, Lilly is not a human child, but she is a fur-child (aka-dog). While this is completely disgusting, you really should observe her when she finds these little brown treasures in the yard.  You would swear she just found the best thing e.v.e.r

This little treasure hunt got me to thinking—which my husband (affectionately known as Cowboy Bob) always says is a dangerous thing–about the things in life that bring happiness.

I spent a lot of years trying to find that sweet spot—that spot where you are totally engrossed in happily ever after-esque life.  Lots of years were spent wondering where, or if, that even existed.

Oh, believe me, lots of different things have crossed my plate-I tried losing myself in my husband, my kids, my friends, my career, pretty much anything that would allow me to avoid taking a good, hard look at WHY I was truly not happy.  What I was really doing was avoiding getting to know me—after all, who would actually think I was worth the time and effort, let alone someone who could be happy, or heaven forbid-someone who deserved to be happy.

I tossed around blame, bought totally ridiculous, totally unnecessary crap, did really stupid things, tried a few productive things, still not finding that magic key that was going to spell out h.a.p.p.y. in my life.

So, long story short-no worries, more details will come later—it dawned on me on a hot summer afternoon, just  a sittin’ in my yard watching my dog devour a chunk of poop—that happiness is what you make of it—what you believe and what you choose it to be…it’s not a definition or a thing –it’s a choice.

I wonder if they make mouthwash for dogs?

Much love, hugs and many blessings….

2sdays girl….