Its weird to wake up expecting a few simple things to happen like they had been planned and watch it all go to shit and still feel as happy as you did when you woke.
Maybe its just weird for me to experience.
I’m living with almost no expectations.
I’m trying to live with 0 complaints.
So far its going GREAT!
Apparently I’ve been living my life wrong.
Plans bit the bullet, in more ways than one.
Took time off in the morning from work, for nothing. Still don’t know how to wipe this smile off my face.
So is this what happiness is?