Mitzi’s Happy

I named this blog the way that I did because being happy is something that I had lost comfort with. This blog is a statement of courage in admitting my happiness, as strange as that may sound for some.

I hadn’t imagined that I would be on my own at this point in my life. I’ve spent the first few years (yikes) trying to keep everything pristine and orderly. I felt a need to keep a perfect house, because what would the world think of they saw that it was disheveled and the dishes weren’t done?

And this is the first year that I’ve put up a tree. No one but me would see it, but I put it up because I would see it, and it makes me happy.

And here, in my third year, with a house full of dogs that are entirely too hairy to keep up with, with a sink with dishes everywhere and a house in general disarray, I have a house full of light and life.

And it’s coming together, my happy corner of the world. It’s bright, and colorful, and somewhat messy most of the time. It’s home.