My Happy Place…

happy-place

Being a 32 year old woman, I have a h#11 of a lot of plush/stuff toys…and sometimes I honestly feel embarrassed by the amount I have. Then I have a bad night or day and they are just there and then I feel bad that I felt embarrassed. They are just one part of my happy place. The things they could say! I’ve never been very good at letting people in, when I’ve had a bad day or am just having a bad moment, they’re just there. I don’t have to explain, I don’t have to say anything, I can just hug them and cry into them.

I hope that everyone has a happy place … What is your happy place? If you feel comfortable to share, please do!

Everybody I’ve come across people with such a different variation of where their happy places are and it’s great. For some, very lucky friends of mine who live near the beach. They are constantly going for walks on the beach and the sunset pictures they post, they make me happy. For some, luckily, it is their workplace. I know that when I’ve been down my coworkers have given me some of the best laughs that I’ve ever had!

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2 thoughts on “My Happy Place…

    1. That is great to hear! It always feels like that little extra bonus when it’s a family member that can make you happy =D My Dad’s side, none of them really talk to each other and actually kind of celebrate the other’s misery. Then my Mum’s side are so close, it’s such a difference!

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