I love to be around others. I guess you could say that I am a people person. Making others laugh, or simply smile, brings me joy.
It’s not that I need them in order to be happy, as my late husband once thought. It’s not that at all; my happiness comes from deep within. Being around others just gives me more reason to access it. Of course, I too have moments where melancholy or neediness takes hold.
I love to share my happiness with others. By giving it away, I end up with even more. Sometimes I feel so young, childish even. I want to turn cartwheels or hang from the bars. There is a feeling of being ALIVE that I get when I goof off, or play in this manner. And being alive is something I don’t take for granted….