This post has been in the drafts folder for a while. It’s an awkward subject to broach, but here goes:
I’m happy. I’m really really happy. There’s an abundance of blessings and luck and warm fuzzies in my life, yo. It’s true. And I have a lot of extra love. Unless I’m fully acting in a play or something I
cannot will not poker face…unless I’m actually playing poker…which I’m not good at. You can tell what’s on my mind. And it’s pretty damn positive. Mama Sunshine says I was born with this affliction. And, you know, I just have to take it one day at a time.
If you’ve traveled through Seattle you may’ve heard of a little something called the Seattle Chill, meaning that people here are apparently all bottled up inside and don’t talk or greet each other. Further that it can be hard to make friends or create meaningful relationships.
Bollocks, says Sunshine. In fact, I find quite the opposite to be true. People are so friendly and open up so readily almost everywhere I go. Some might then say that the Chill exists and is merely counteracted by my southern hospitality. Yeah, maybe, but that only proves the Chill can be overcome. So there.
Dark Side of the Sun
In general, being a smiley happy-go-lucky sort of lady works out however every once in a while I’ll notice that some people will be less honest with me when they don’t have something cheerful to say. It’s as though they don’t want to bring me down, but it’s only by sharing our joy and pain that we can lift each other up.
I encourage you to step out of your comfort zone, to make eye contact with everyone you pass for a solid
day week and see if you don’t feel like smiling, too.
Love & Light,