So, I was supposed to finish my #100happydays project last Wednesday. One week later, here I am posting the most recent picture of me and my BFF @blaircoppola. I’ve concluded this project/experiment/photo montage with a successful event at work, an unforgettable trip to a new state, and feeling incredibly happy to be able to come home to the person I adore and a job I enjoy. #100happydays has genuinely opened my eyes to be more appreciative of everything and more observant of the little things. I believe it has made me happier. I hope everyone can find some bit of happiness in their world. Now, onto the next adventure!!!
Ever finished a book? I mean, truly finished one? Cover to cover. Closed the spine with that slow awakening that comes with reentering consciousness?
You take a breath, deep from the bottom of your lungs and sit there. Book in both hands, your head staring down at the cover, back page or wall in front of you.
You’re grateful, thoughtful, pensive. You feel like a piece of you was just gained and lost. You’ve just experienced something deep, something intimate. (Maybe, erotic?) You just had an intense and somewhat transient metamorphosis.
Like falling in love with a stranger you will never see again, you ache with the yearning and sadness of an ended affair, but at the same time, feel satisfied. Full from the experience, the connection, the richness that comes after digesting another soul. You feel fed, if only for a little while.