I'm not entirely sure which hormone is directly responsible for optimism (probably serotonin, that multifaceted protein love of mine) but whatever it is I got a wave of it.
Probably because it's been lacking lately. For several reasons. If you've noticed my last many many entries have been somber. Right after I told you this was a happy blog, too. I just got mucked up, stuck in a funk.
I suppose I am rather sad when I have nothing to wear. But the laundry is done. My thoughts are all folded nicely into neat little piles.
I think I've taken things to heart rather differently this time. In a we should celebrate life sense.
I'm entertaining suggestions, notions. Our bodies may go into the ground, but who's to say what happens to our souls? Maybe we do go to a better place, if we can just believe in it enough. If it's the last thought you have, who's to say you didn't go? Even if you don't, at least you believed in something beautiful. You had that to hold on to.
If you've ever read The Five People You Meet In Heaven, you know that some think that everyone's heaven is different.
My heaven is a field of daisies that scrape the sky. The field is a dance floor, and the music is so loud you can feel it in your bones. We dance forever, into the flowers.
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