I woke up this morning bursting with happiness. Like the silly, dancing by the coffee machine, singing in the shower, tickling the kids, flirting with the hubby, oozing with sunshine sorta happy.

and I don’t know why.

I mean, I don’t have any reasons NOT to be happy. Life is good (No GREAT) I am fulfilled.

I feel like opportunities are endless. I feel like I am on the right path, and every day a new brick lays itself out in front of me to lead me on my way.

I feel like all the risks I have taken, were worth it. That my sacrificing “good enough for amazing” is paying off.

The sun is shining today, and we picked up some new hens. Lovely, friendly, personality filled new hens. My kids are home early from school, and I am actually looking forward to it. I have a pile of work on my plate that I really must get to, and I feel so lucky it is there.

But all of this doesn’t really explain the silly giddiness I feel and the overwhelming bubble of “happy” in my chest.

Maybe it is fall? I love fall, The crisp leaves, the clean air, the surprise of sunshine when you are expecting rain. The food… oh the food. The cheese, the baking, the red wine and the slow cooker.

Or maybe it is the approaching conferences next week? A hotel room, good food, a bit of a break from the family and the opportunity to learn and build my community even more.

Or perhaps the thrill of a new project(s) is getting me all in a tizzy again? I love the fresh page of a new idea and being able to create something (hopefully awesome and impactful) from nothing.

Or maybe I am just happy, and that is all there is to it.

But, whatever the reason, I am wallowing in the delicious muck of happiness. The squishy between my toes feeling, the digging in my soul and loving it sorta thing.

I am going to be happy, that I am happy.