Don’t wish me happiness – I do not expect to be happy. It’s gotten beyond that somehow. Wish me courage, strength, and a sense of humor, as I will need all three.
Wish me courage to open my eyes each morning, knowing that it could very well be my last, but not letting that exact though define who I am or how I live my life. I let each day be to the fullest no matter what comes my way, I bet I will laugh or smile today.
Wish me strength to keep moving forward, one step at a time, even when I find myself sitting on the floor in a puddle of tears, completely a mess. Though, picking myself up, dusting off, cleaning the mascara away from my stained cheeks, I know that it starts with one step, which can always be the hardest. Starting over? Or rewriting a new ending?
Wish me a sense of humor, to look back at everything I have done up to this point, and seriously laugh. Laugh at myself, the mess I made of things, the silly mistakes and choices I made, and then to celebrate my successes that I have found. Let me smile each day and laugh at something completely random, and share that with anyone and everyone I know.
Now I ask of those, to not wish me happiness, because its without expectation, and without expectation, you find it, because I’ve had it this whole time.
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