A couple hours ago I was doing something. Something boring, I guess, since I can’t remember exactly what it was I was doing.

And I was smiling. And I was happy. Over the rainbow sort of happy.

And I realized – now granted for many people this is a normal feeling but for me I tend to be too down much of the time – I realized that my happiness is fine with me. The key is accepting. Accepting that I have limits. Accepting that I have flaws, some really horrible, some not so bad. Accepting that maybe I do have some things to offer. Accepting that I don’t need to wait on anyone else to say or do something for me to smile and be happy. Accepting that I can’t change anyone else, I can just be me and see if that is enough for them.

Accepting that life is good.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to do something else.