Happy - Cecilia Johnson Author

What happens when you wake up one morning and realize that you are truly happy? That you have everything you could ever want. Not only that, but you can’t remember what it felt like to be grasping and lost. Everything you thought you had to have to create joy was just a mirage.

This morning I woke up in a vortex of good feelings and abundant happiness. My choices were endlessly dancing around me, a chorus line of kicks and whoops. I stretched and smiled knowing time is my friend. I’d dreamed of magical things in my sleep… First levitating and spinning and a tasty banquet, enjoyed with my spouse, by a crackling fire soon after.

There is no fear in my declaration. I am happy. Life IS good and I’m blessed with knowing happiness is my right and wholly important to me and my health. The universe congratulates joyful souls, encouraging them to spread their wealth of happy vibes. It’s taken me years to learn this open secret. And now I know better than to berate and dwell on my slow dawning. That would be a downer.

If you would ask how I got here it might be difficult to articulate. But I’ll try… You can watch a hummingbird a thousand times. You might admire their iridescence, speed, and agility. You may wonder how they are able to fly so fast or how their feathers dazzle, flashing from moment to moment. But it is when you imagine yourself flying as them that your emotions become cued and you can really appreciate the wonder of what and who they are.

I am. I am. I am… I am what I want to be…


I can let my surrounding control me or I can be happy. When I began to find positives in what some may believe to be only negative or bleak circumstances, my baby steps moved me into realms of hope and faith. When I finally realized my intuition was a better guidance system than governmental authority, well-meaning religious figures, or social edicts my horizon brightened and expanded. Other people weren’t really what bothered me but instead it was my perceptions of situations and stories I made up in my mind. Others’ perception of me is frankly not my problem or my business. Once I understood, it doesn’t really make a difference what others think of me a yoke lifted and an incredible lightness of being encompassed and opened my heart.

I walk my own path. I am what I want to be. Buddha said, “All that we are is the result of what we have thought.” I’m not a Buddhist but my intuition agrees wholeheartedly with this simple idea.

I am. I am happy:)