Real Happiness (Doesn’t Mean Not Crying)

I had a meltdown yesterday morning. I felt like too much and not enough. I am doing a lot at work and in my personal life. Saturday morning, I had to wake up at 5:30 to fit in a bit of peace (yoga for 45 minutes) before the track meet. After 6 weeks of coaching, I had to bring all the food and make sure all my athletes made their events.

Do I have enough food? Are the snacks good enough? I’m so tired and I don’t want to waste all day there.

I felt like too much and not enough.

When I got there, it wasn’t as high pressured as it seemed. The chain of 30 emails made it seem intense. I was organized enough to ensure my kids made their events. But what made it was how happy the kids were and how much they cheered each other on.


“Don’t let your hair get in your way.”


A couple hours later, I met up with some of the greatest people I know for a food and wine event.


Sure, there were drinks flowing, but I was also unequivocally happy. We chatted and danced without fear of looking dumb.



This isn’t new. I’m a usually positive person, but what’s new is how happy I am. Two of my friends commented on how pure and genuine my joy is and I’ve caught myself in it.


“I go to nature to be soothed and healed and have my senses put in order.”

To combat the hangover, we went on a gorgeous but easy hike to Big Horn Mine.



It was the perfect ending to the weekend. I took a nice nap too!


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