My life is probably not what most would choose. But it is my life. Of my choosing.
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.” – Robert Frost
I spend most of my time alone.
Well, not truly alone. Abi and Charlie are always here with me. That is company enough for me.
I go days, sometimes a week or more, without talking to a soul.
I spend my time writing blog posts and reading books and, in the winter, tending to my house plants.
I spend a lot of time taking photos of my surroundings.
I’ve learned that life is what you make of it. But even more importantly, it is how you feel about what you made of it.
In fact, happiness is not so much about success. But what we consider success.
For some it might be wealth. For others it might be true love. For many it could be family.
But no one else can make you happy. Took me years to grasp that.
I believe that happiness is based on the little things. The things others might ignore.
It is rain drops pinging on tree leaves.
The sky at dusk, when the imprint of stars begin to appear.
It is the squared glimpse of nature outside your window.
“Folks are usually about as happy as they make their minds up to be.” ― Abraham Lincoln
It is the tiny things that are always there. But these things become gifts only when we pause to look and listen. When we decide to enjoy them.