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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. 🛒💁♀️
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