Habitual

I recently returned home from vacation. I told my husband yesterday that it takes going away and coming back for me to love my life again. Home does that to me:embraces me and prepares me to go out to the world. I find that I have to be vigilant about being happy. Happiness is habitual. It's not easy to be happy. Bouncing off the wall happy, that is. I think that it is very possible to be happy in the small things-about the little joys that can sometimes be taken for granted. I'm not talking about fake it to make it-if you are like me you've heard that phrase way too often. I'm talking about genuine happiness that is the result of purposeful effort.