It does beg the question. Where is your happy place?
Have you ever thought about it?
I used to think my happy place was standing outside the car for that 5 seconds of quiet after you buckle your screaming toddler in the car and shut their door. Of course, that 5 seconds and a few deep breaths does go by so quickly before you have to open your car door and get on with the joy of parenting. 🙂
See, there’s no right or wrong answer!
I think your happy place should be where you can go to recharge. Where you feel safe, loved and confident. Where you can let out that big, metaphorical breath you were holding and finally relax.
Lately, my happy place is at home. That’s why this blog is called A Pretty Happy Home. There’s no comma to emphasize it’s pretty AND it’s happy. It’s just pretty happy.
While I do like things to be pretty, the real focus is on being pretty darn happy. We’re not “high on the laughing gas” artificial happy. This is real life, after all. For the most part, however, we try to look on the positive side, keep everything in perspective and enjoy the small things.
This past weekend (other than my solo trip to the grocery store) we did not leave our house for 2 days straight. It was glorious and so comforting to be content with where we were. Yard work, games, cleaning, reading, cooking, playing. Well, not so much the actual yard work, but the result was pretty amazing.
It’s probably why moving around the country doesn’t phase us too much. Moving is an adventure, but our togetherness is what keeps us centered and happy. Oh, and in case you are wondering, we have no moving plans – at the moment. Ha!
P.S. I found a cool “this is my happy place” sign on Amazon.