At my parents' suggestion, I started seeing a grief counselor a few weeks ago. He's really kind and really old. Maybe the best therapists need to be both of those two things! During one of our sessions together, he asked me what currently makes me happy. Like, genuinely happy. And excited. Excited about the future.
Now, I consider myself a pretty happy, upbeat person. But, when he asked me that specific question, I didn't have an answer. In fact, I started crying. It was a low moment to realize I had become apathetic about so many different aspects of my life without even realizing it. Maybe that's just what grief does to us.
So, since that day sitting on that comfortable couch in a warm office, staring and then crying at the old guy giving me life advice, I decided to look for small blessings, tender mercies, and reminders from my Heavenly Father that He loves me and is mindful of me.
Here are just some of the many reasons I've found to be happy:
Important to note: Stephanie has a GYM MEMBERSHIP
My favorite part of Friday was taking the paddle boat out with Stephanie and Aimee. Although we were clearly not naturals at using the paddle boat, we eventually made it over to the buoy, where, according to Aimee, we all had to kiss the buoy. It felt as awkward as it sounds.
And lovely, Taylor sent the most embarrassing picture everrrrr to our family group message. Hi Dad. Sorry Dad.
Love you, La Porte. Until next time.