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The Return of Happy.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Feb 11, 2021
  • 1 min read

There is something magical about feeling alive again.


About letting go of the pain and the sadness. About welcoming happiness back to the table.


About accepting the truth. Owning it, and making room for better.


Being vulnerable to possibilities. The future.


For the first time in a long time, being ok. And knowing being ok, can be awesome.


Taking that first step forward, without fear, but with hope. With happiness. Excitement.


Turning up the radio and singing again.


Staring into space, smiling.


Sleeping in like the world won't notice.


It feels nice to be content, I forgot that feeling.


Welcome back.


Xoxo,

C.

 
 
 

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