Writer's confessions

Happy, such a simple word. Two syllable word, ha-ppy. I mean how hard could it be. To be happy? That's the challenge right there. I know my audience is probably millennials who are 'living their best life', for the gram and all, but work with me here. In the waking up, looking forward to your day, the day itself, all the way to your reflection at the end of it all just before you go to sleep. Happy, even when there's a driver that's been honking for the past 10 minutes for whatever reason right outside your house while all you're trying to do is have a lovely evening, worst case scenario. We're all just trying the best we can, because essentially no one really wakes up wanting to have the worst week of their lives, or to have everything that could go wrong literally go wrong.

 If I keep going down this path this might turn into sappy life advice, not really what I'm going for, so let's rephrase.

 They say you cannot really separate an artist from their work, I don't know who they is, but they makes a really good point. When I write  I say you because I hope that whatever I'm rambling on about relates to you as well. You know how you're sad then you listen to your sad playlist that makes you even sadder but then somehow helps? Well writing is the Bonnie to my emotion. Makes everything all better, then somedays I read and understand that it gets better. Other days I read and have a eureka moment; turn it into a blog post. Other days I just listen to music like a regular person. Point is it's okay to indulge in all of the things that make us happy. It's okay if it works for only you and if it's only for a moment, because now is all we've got. It seems only proper to end my quest to waste 10 minutes of your life that you will never get back after that bombass quote, so thanks for coming to my ted talk😉