So H is a day late. I've been working on getting things hung and priced for a consignment sale, and was beat last night. I didn't even make it on here to check out other blogs.
H is for happiness.
Twelve years ago if you had asked me if I was happy, I would have told you yes. I didn't know what happiness was back then, I just didn't know that I didn't know what it was. I don't truly believe I was happy. I was putting on a really good facad for not only others, but myself. I remember in 2003, when I finally got up the nerve to file for divorce, before I had even told anyone, people would come up to me and tell me how happy I looked. I didn't realize I had looked so unhappy. I won't go into details of what happened, but to say, as I was looking back over the seven years before that time, I couldn't remember the last time I was truly happy. I also realized life is worth so much more than that. Life is too short to live it in an unhappy state.
Since then I feel like I have grown immensely. I find the joy in little things in life. I know how lucky I am to have had so much support in turning my life around. I now know what happiness is. I have found happiness with a my wonderful husband and beautiful son.