Are you on an epic quest to find happiness?
Like it’s a hidden treasure behind your couch or tucked under your third failed vision board?

Well, same.

I spent years chasing happiness like it owed me money.
Bought the books. Burned the sage. Drank smoothies that tasted like sadness and lawn clippings.

I even downloaded 14 different meditation apps, now I’m stressed about being stressed about not meditating.
Very Zen.

You know what finally brought me a glimpse of joy?
Lowering the bar. Like… to the floor.

That’s right.
Turns out happiness doesn’t come from becoming a millionaire by 30 or finding your soulmate in a latte shop.
Sometimes it’s just remembering your Netflix password or discovering leftover fries in the bag.

I stopped hunting for “Big Happy” like it was a promotion.
And started noticing “Tiny Happy” — like petting a dog that doesn’t bark at me
(Thanks, tech overlords.)

Final Thought?

Maybe happiness isn’t a finish line, it’s just not crying in Target.
And honestly? That’s enough for today.