Full Heart

Do you ever wake up completely full, where you couldn’t possibly fit one more positive thing your life? There are some mornings where I find myself sipping tea, gazing out the window (or at the weird spot on the wall that for some reason is really attractive) thinking about all of the amazing things that are making me feel happy. fulfilled. full.

Life isn’t perfect. Of course there are things that I would change (no more headaches for a few days perhaps?), but none of those things matter in this moment. Right now, right here, I have everything I need.