I feel proud of myself today.
This morning, after I went to Bella and took photos of a screaming baby ( not that she was screaming in the photos, but just that I was awesome enough to capture the NOT screaming part ) and the mother complimented me and loved them so much, I went for a run.
I felt so good today! I ran TWO miles without stopping. I haven't done that since high school. I even pumped my fists when I finished, even though there wasn't even one other person on the track.
I feel good about running the 5K next Saturday. I know I can do it.
With all of the evil in the world, I hope God knows how happy and grateful I am for the life he has given me. I want Him to feel it. I know he does. He knows.
I want to help the people in the world. I need to go back to the Dominican Republic. Or maybe a new country this time. I need to help.
Today, I am proud of myself for accomplishing a goal.
I am proud of myself for building a life that I love. I couldn't ask for any more luck, or blessings, or sheer joy than I have been given. I am in love with life.
I wake up every day to a person that I love; someone I never tire of, after 4 1/2 years.
I accomplished work today. I helped the clients with thier recovery assignments. I read a story to them for relaxation that gives me cold chills (The Giving Tree, in case you haven't read it). I got to share some of myself with them. And I can only hope that it will better their lives. I try to give the best advice that I can.
If there was a light inside of me, it would be warm and radiating. It would be glowing red, and people would be blinded by my happiness light. Blinded yet drawn.
That is how I feel. I believe it to be true, pure joy.