When does it become okay to shout your happiness?

Is this blogging world the last place that I should do that? Does it make me seem young? Like a thirteen year old girl with hearts drawn all over her binder?

This blog is my binder. This is where I keep what is important, because this blog is my head. I’ve been trying not to write unless I have a variety of things to say, because I am aware that this place has an audience. Large or small, I know that I have people in my life that DO read this, and I’ve been trying to be the twenty five year old woman that I know I am. Writing about relationships and feelings is important, but not everyday.

Lately though, I haven’t had much to say. I applied for my dream job the other day, and I am hoping that it works out. I am trying to keep in mind that the universe knows, and for better for worse, what will be…will be. I am letting life wash over me.

However, there are often times when I want to shout my happiness. I know better, but on so many days, it’s all I can do to stop myself from writing about how beautiful my life has become. Some days, it’s the only thing I want to talk about. Shout about.

I have never been so happy to be myself.
That’s the only thought it my head these days.

This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.