Do you experience sometimes the state where you just can't stop laughing?
You know, when you laugh and others just meet you with their questioning gaze... when you can hear in your inner hearing the question what's wrong with you? Did someone leave the gate of the nuthouse unlocked?
No, they will not ask it aloud, but you can hear their thoughts...
But please, don't you worry as there is an easy solution to this little problem! You can beat those voices with the power of your initial idea that made you actually get into that situation. Go back to the roots and work from there. I mean, even if it is just a funny thing that you imagined, but made it real. Let's say that you have a ton of different tasks to do but you just leave it all aside and make miracles happen.
How great feeling, it really makes me happy to see now the results. Just some moments ago while I was drawing shapes with my index finger in the layer of dust on my desk I got that impulse. That initial genius idea!
Grab the dust cloth and clean the house. (ok, not everything, just the dust from the furniture)
I started with my desk and it gave me a lot of satisfaction when I saw the clean, shiny glass surface. I continued. I wiped the screens of my husband and indeed, a real miracle happened. Some candles became green and red... they are not grey actually?
Cool.
The dance of the dust cloth couldn't stop so all the other furniture started to have a new life. They got back their colours!
Let me know now, but honestly: isn't it a reason to laugh and be happy?
I even got a confirmation through a title of a post I saw today at Hive. It says:
You don't have to go out of town to find happiness, just look at your surroundings.
But, I am going to paraphrase a bit on this. Let's shape it into:
You don't have to go out of your home to find happiness, just look at your surroundings. Look at the clean room, the dust disappeared and the furniture got back its shine and colours.
I hope you believe me now and understand my state, or still not?
Well, some dust will come then, listen to it if you want and laugh with me as at the same time it is gone. Just the sound of the dust stays here:
