So I just woke up a little while ago with a shit ton of energy and a ravenous craving for Belgium waffles….
so there I was making waffles (and a mess), wild hair, wilder energy, blasting Missy Elliott’s “Work It” into my headphones while dancing around the kitchen in nothing but a t-shirt and panties at 2am.
And while I was sitting at the table with candles lit, grinning from ear to ear in between bites of syrupy goodness, I realized that happiness is an inside job and freedom comes from letting go of things not meant for me.
Finally, I feel at peace…with myself, with my life, with my choices, even with him.
Of course, there was a lot more in-depth thinking going on but for once, I don’t feel the need to share it all.
I’m just blissed out right now….ok, maybe that’s all the sugar I just consumed….haha.
If there is a point to this post, it is to find your happiness and if you’re one of the lucky ones, you’ll find someone to share that happiness with.
For me, it would be someone who not only didn’t think it was weird or crazy to be awake at 2am making waffles but who would be awake with me, slowing dancing in the kitchen, feeding each other bites of waffles (or pancakes if he prefers) while we talked and laughed together in our underwear.
That’s the kind of love I want. That’s the kind of love I deserve and hope to someday have.
But until then, I am perfectly content with my solitary breakfast adventures. Haha 😁