Chances are, if you're here, you've gotten the above phrase from me at least once. If you haven't you will soon. It's my standard answer to any variation on people telling me that I don't make, or need to make, sense. Which happens more often than you'd imagine... or, well, okay, maybe just about as often as you'd imagine. ^-^''
But there's a reason why I skip and proudly wear mismatched socks and refuse to take things seriously whenever possible. And it's not because I haven't a care in the world, although the rumors are true - my head *is* full of flowers. It's because I choose happy. Key word there is "choose." I choose to see the world through a lens of happy, of hope and beauty. It's my form of defiance, my banner, my comfort in the face of the bad. Focusing on the happy doesn't mean there is no negative stuff, but it sure does make that negative stuff a lot easier to process and take in stride.
Your view of the stage is all about where you're sitting. Come and sit with me, lovelies.
No comments:
Post a Comment