Happy People

It's always the toxic ones who attack first. They tell you “they feel attacked”, at first you feel like you're the bad one. You comb through every interaction trying to solve the mystery. Was I attacking? Am I projecting some unknown feeling? 

But after further inspection you realize that often you feel uneasy around them. They are quick to tell you off. You are slow to respond. You've been telling yourself for a while that you can either have peace or victory. You keep choosing peace. But the terrorist has become more demanding. 

Eventually you grow tired of giving in. You think back to the iconic Legally blonde movie. YOu get excited that there will be a third one coming soon, and it's going to be written by Mindy Kaling. You think back to that quote that “happy people don't kill their husbands''. You realize that you're happy. The kind of happiness that gets boring. That you feel safe. Loved. Maybe you're not fulfilling your “ultimate potential”, but what is that anyway? Does the ultimate katie have to be skinny and rich? This technically morbid obese (according to my bmi), college dropout, special edd, stoner, in this moment is actually happy. Despite it all. One day I wanted to write a book titled “I did everything wrong, and yet I ended up with everything”. The premise is all the ways I've had shortcomings ,yet at the end of the day I'm actually happy. That i have what i actually need.

Bottom line Happy people don't kill their husbands. Happy people don't attack. Happy people just want to love and be loved. Lastly, happy people realize that they had peace all along.