Happiness is a few pounds heavier.
It’s accepting being tired.
Being older. Being softer.
Being more reaching oak and less wildflower.
Happiness is taking days to bask in silence.It’s accepting being tired.
Being older. Being softer.
Being more reaching oak and less wildflower.
Not doing. Just being.
Happiness is no longer shrinking.
It’s releasing.
Guilt. Regret.
The weight of the past, and the fear of the future.
It’s discovering joy in the simplicity.
The beauty in the little things.
The power in the everyday.
L. E. Bowman

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