• I am happy, joyous, and free
• I am happy, joyous, and free
• I am happy, joyous, and free
• I am happy, joyous, and fee
• I am happy, joyous, and free

On mornings like this, joy is the enemy because I just don’t have the energy. My body weighs a thousand pounds. My right arm is cramping from attempting to write old-school style with pen and paper. I’m suddenly grateful that I don’t ever have to attempt writing with chalk. Just the thought makes my entire being skeeve. Oh, to be happy, joyous, and free. In recovery, I learned HOW to be happy: Honest, Open, and Willing. It’s simple enough, but it certainly isn’t easy. Though, it is at least achievable. Society teaches us that the only thing we need to be happy is more, the ever-elusive more, which is a beautifully cloaked lie. Personally, I don’t really want to have more. It’s hard enough to keep up with what I have already. Except for shoes and dresses; they’re so pretty, alluring, and my downfall. A simple life with good friends, singing and playing card games, is how I was raised and is the life for which I yearn. The more honest I am with myself, and with others, about the true desires of my heart, the more likely I am to see them come to pass.