My very good friend and coach Nika challenged me: what rules to I make up, which hold me back?
1) I must own a house to be part of a community. More on that later.
2) I have to earn happiness.
Wha kind of crap is that? I have to earn happiness? When did I buy into that? Suppose I do earn it... who grants it to me? Who am I earning it from?
Last night I was failing to fall asleep (I got 3 hours total) but as I lay resting, it dawned on me that I don't earn happiness. Happiness is. Love, is. As I lay there between the realms of consciousness, I felt my smile muscles firing, one after the other, as if happiness were so foreign to my face that I didn't know how to wear it.
This morning, even on those three hours of sleep, I looked good. No bags, and with many of my wrinkles smoothed out... could it really be this simple? Could the secret be, to simply be?