When are you most happy?
When am I most happy?
I stared at this question for ten minutes and had nothing.
Not because I don’t want happiness…
but because I genuinely don’t know what it looks like for me right now.
I know what peace feels like in small moments.
I know what distraction feels like.
I know what movement feels like.
But “most happy”?
That answer is still forming.
Maybe this season isn’t about happiness.
Maybe it’s about clarity.
Or healing.
Or learning who I am when the noise finally gets quiet.
So today, my answer is this:
I don’t know yet.
And I’m giving myself permission to be honest about that.
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It’s okay not to know, I’ve been told this week by a friend… you just can’t give up, keep moving… that’s the secret I’ve heard:)
I feel that. Some things that make others happy provide me with contentment. Sometimes what I identify as happiness is actually joy. I’m not entirely sure what happy is for me either.