Nothing has changed.

Seriously though, I still live with my same family. I have the same friends. I have the same body, and the same home and the same pets. I have the same books and towels and pencils. 

But somehow everything is different. 

I love life. I love myself. I love my same body with more love than I’ve ever shown it. I love my family more than I ever have, and my friends, and pets too. I show the earth more love. I show my soul more love. And I am happier. No major event happened where everything just magically went right. Honestly, my best friend died, and everything external went magically wrong. So I guess the change came from within. It’s work, but so worth it. I feel like shouting from my rooftop about how happy I am! So lame, but so absolutely true.

You are only as happy as you allow yourself to be. 

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