Friday, February 28, 2014

Life is bliss


I love the word. I love the feeling I get when I say it, the way it rolls off my tongue. It’s simplicity, it's happiness, it’s understated.

It feels so whole to me, like things make sense. Like smiling for no reason at all, a squinty-eyed, wrinkles around your mouth kind of smile.

According to the dictionary, bliss is a noun, it’s a moment of perfect happiness.

But I am often not in perfect happiness when I feel blissful. I feel it most when despite the millions of little things I am worried about, there is a moment, a person, a consuming force, that makes me forget about anything bothersome. It’s perfect happiness despite the things that remain imperfect.

This morning I got up and had an ordinary morning. I made myself an extremely tall and extremely sweet cup of coffee. I went for a run, I got home and took a shower. Nothing but typical, mundane activities. While I was listening to music and getting ready for the day, I was thinking of the interviews I would write about next. I was thinking about the answers to the questions I had heard and all the positive responses, and I just became overwhelmed with joy. Consumed by a simple moment. Pure bliss.

There is so much good in the world and so many wonderful people. And there’s so much love, inspiration and things to discover. I was just thinking how with all these things, there is no time to dwell on being sad.

In honor of feeling so blissful, I’m sharing some highlights of my week in photos.

Playing dress up at Anthropologie

I’m obsessed with this store. I am not so obsessed with the price point of$50 for a tee shirt. So instead, I play dress up, and then say "nothing worked out right" and leave the perfect clothes on the rack and leave the store feeling like a five year old who just tore through her mom’s closet, trying everything on with sparkly heels. But in reality, I’m 19 and I think the employees are catching on... whoops.

Love letters from an 8 year old

I work at a daycare and some days are longer than others. This particular night, it was sooo slow and I was just waiting to go home. Noah made me the sweetest letters, delivering them to me after her crafted each one. It made my heart happy. Also, if an 8 year old can shamelessly hand me 6 love letters, why not a 20-something year old with a successful five year plan?

Park days

Outside is my favorite place to be. With the weather being in the 70s this last week, I took every opportunity to be at a park. I swear, people are happier outside. I don’t check my phone constantly, I don’t get stressed, and I just relax.


It's therapeutic, it helps me get out all my thoughts, and it's the reason this blog is here.
Happy Friday xoxo

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