Well, it’s 11:44pm, and I should be in bed. I should be winding down for the night.
Or flossing. Yes, I should be flossing.
But something just happened, and I really need to write about it.
See, for me, writing has long been my outlet. It’s been my way to express where I’m at, to plan where I want to be, and in many ways, to release my intentions to the universe.
I wrote on Sunday about the “May Gray” syndrome that I’ve been rocking over here. I just don’t love this time of year. Maybe it’s truly the gray skies (or yesterday’s racquetball sized hail – what?), but I always get a little down this time of year.
Two years ago, I had an intense case of the May Grays… and I tackled it fiercely.
Two years ago in an amazing series of events, I made the decision to cut it out. I was done with it. Over it. I’d had enough. I wrote about the whole experience here if you want to read it. I laughed at the gray days, and decided I was going to chase all those things that made me happy.
And, you guys… that’s exactly what I did. I conspired with the universe and I created one of the best summers of my entire life. You know what, I’m just going to say it: I created the ABSOLUTE best summer of my life to date. And, all I did was shift my mindset. That’s it. Same girl. Same shoes. New mindset.
I spent time with friends, I traveled all over this beautiful country, and I galavanted through colorful cornstarch with Kohls and the Color Run. It all happened. And I loved… EVERY. SINGLE. MINUTE.
Last year, right about this same time… I did the same thing. I was in a nasty funk, and then I went to see Elizabeth Gilbert speak. Bam! Inspired and had the gray knocked right out of me again! Phew!
Two years later, here I am. Sitting on the couch in the middle of May Gray again. I’m even wearing a gray sweatshirt, how appropriate.
And it took freakin Timehop to point out what I’d done in the past. Yep, a silly app on my phone was what it took to remind me of what’s important and what I need to focus upon. And in many ways I’d argue that it was something bigger than an application, a date on a calendar, and a few memories.
I’m not going to lie, I watched this video like 10 times tonight after Timehop reminded me this was two years ago today.
I watched it because it’s magical for me. It represents the fact that MAGIC can happen to you, to me, to anyone… and reminds me that if I trust and I allow it, it can all happen again.
I’ve been in a contemplation phase for a little while. Contemplating how I do more, contemplating how I do better, contemplating how I live my best life.
Now, this might be some late night social media inspired tirade…. but I’m here to tell you ADAMANTLY: I want my HappinessTourKG back. I need a one-way ticket. Not any of this bullshit, round trip ride that I’ve been on for the past two years. Why would I ever choose anything else, after all? There’s only one way. There’s only one intentional way that I care to live this life: Boldly and reaching out for those things that make me happy every step of the way.
So… the Happiness Tour is officially back. And, hell, May 9th was just deemed my Happiversary (at 11:44pm MST). And appropriately, I’m serving Cookie Dough Mini Desserts (which I posted just a few hours ago).
I’m officially celebrating two years tonight of when this crazy adventure begin. I can’t wait to get back on track and to ride this adventure into the sunset.
Oh, and I’m taking you all with me. Can’t wait to share the stories. They start now. They start tonight. They start immediately.
Want to read more about the Happiness Tour?
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