I didn’t really smile anymore. Slowly came the epiphanic moments that intermittently lit me up again. Surprising at first, until they grew more and more frequent. How easily those tiny moments of happiness can slip into the mundane. We tune it out, rather than allowing ourselves to feel gratitude dance through our beings. We forget that once our survival needs are met, the surplus of other things have little impact on our inner sense of well-being. What matters is the intensity of our attention to what we do have in life. I want to concentrate on my blessings and remember to feel the good in each day.