I Googled Happy

This time last week, I wrote my favorite post to date about learning a very important lesson: How to dance in the rain. 

Literally. Metaphorically. Hypothetically. Just -ally. 

Take it as you will, but learn that lesson somehow. The sooner you can shake your tailfeather in a thunderstorm, the sooner you'll realize happiness is pretty damn easy to accomplish, if you just look in the right places.

Or so I thought.

That was, until I cried over an ATM yesterday. Yeah, ya know, the little machine that dispenses cash and all things wonderful and happy-making?

Cried. Like. A. Fool. Because it turns out what I thought was a {insert my bank name here} ATM, was actually a {different bank that does not have my cash-monies} ATM, and therefore couldn't fill my wallet with love.

And in my already-having-a-somewhat-shitty-day state of mind, that was reason enough to cry alligator tears in the health food store parking lot. 

{FYI - it's SO not. So absolutely not, but what are ya gonna do, ya know?}

We all have those days, I know we do, whether some of us care to admit it or not. My stubborn pride often keeps me in the "not" camp, but I'm trying to break free, I promise. My mom's always called it a funk, and in my mind a funk is just a little dip in life's landscape ~ it's easy to escape, but you've still gotta step down into the hole for a bit, and eventually you jump out on the other side. At this exact moment, I'm one foot already out and one foot still in, but it's not quicksand. That second foot's slowly but surely coming up, I can feel it.

I Googled "happy" and this is one of the first pictures that showed up.

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In my mind, I'll be two feet off the ground soon, too.

Just keep swimming, just keep swimming.