I’m saying goodbye to the girl who was naive. I’m not going to cling to childish reactions anymore. I’m going to say goodbye to the easily stressed person I was and always remind myself to not be anxious and pray without ceasing. I will open my mind and listen when others point out my mistakes, only so I could be better. I’m saying hello to someone who knows what she’s doing and how to react properly, someone who, despite having experienced a lot, is still humble enough to take in criticisms – both negative and positive, someone who knows how to accept things because she knows that God works all things together for her good and others.
I’m the kind of person who loves smiling. Someone once even called me “Happy” because that’s how I usually am. No matter how bad a situation is, no matter how annoyed I get because of unfortunate happenings, no matter how stressed I am, I make it a point that I smile everyday. I know a lot of people think I’m hard to please (and hard to reach) but the people closest to me know very well how modest my happiness is. Smiling does not only relay our happiness to people but it also reduces stress and makes us more attractive (who wouldn’t want that anyway?).
I know the things that make us smile may vary because of our differences. But as for me, here are five of the things that never fail to make me smile.
I’ve been wanting to post this list for quite some time now but got caught up with other blog ideas and I actually forgot. But this morning, while having my morning devotion, I caught a glimpse of this book again and it’s as if it was telling me, “Hello! Have you forgotten you were supposed to blog about me two years ago?” Lo and behold, it got its response.
This is another “notebook” post, I suppose. Only that it’s more important and different. I’m pretty much sure I already mentioned this twice (first time here, the next one here) that I have this habit of buying notebooks without having anything in mind what to use them for. I know it’s kinda weird, but other girls have this attitude towards shopping and make-up (which I clearly don’t have) and I’m stuck with this notebook addiction.
As a child, I grew up not believing in Santa Claus but I did wish that fairies were real – tooth fairies, whatever fairies – I wanted them to be real. There was no hassle for me to pretend to be a good girl just so I could have presents on Christmas day. I wanted to be good because I just want to. Don’t get me wrong just because I never believed in him. I had a fair share of a fairytale-filled childhood. But I only chose the things I believed in. I think that is true up until now.