Eating some pizza on the steps at the square after a full day of life and it hits me that I haven’t been this happy in a while. What an amazing feeling it is to know that I have a genuine happiness and appreciation for the things around me. Sure, there are always things I wish could be better here or there but at the core of my life, pure joy. Have you ever been at a place in your life where you knew you where you absolutely wanted to be and are proud of the things you’re doing? I hope this is something you’ve found years ago and are still living that life today. With the good, there is also the bad and with the spice of life, comes the experiences that force me to overthink the situation. What is the catch or when will the other foot drop? Is this a temporary happiness or is this just a taste of what I could’ve had. What is wrong with me, that I can’t let myself enjoy the moment without questioning its authenticity and longevity. So often, we ruin what is by what may come and overthinking what is. Is this a protective mechanism? Will the overthinking itself, bring ruin to fruition by becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy? Why do you think it is? At what point in life do we allow ourselves happiness, if only for the moment we are living in? I’m tired of ruining the moment by overanalyzing things. Self-sabotage is a shitty way to destroy the best things we have in life because its something we hold against ourselves and never forgive. I’m done living with doom floating over my head and am ready to allow myself the luxury of living my best life. Are you?
