“I think I just met the happiest person in the world!”

I’m yelling it at myself in the mirror. My therapist told me to visualize my happiest self - I am wondering what they look like.

What they do.

If they remember when to eat.

If they eat.

I wonder how often they check their side profile.

This is what she told me to do - replace the conversation with myself. Replace the thoughts. I’m trying, I think.

“They have a dog.” I surprise myself with the revelation, but I keep going. “It’s a two year old corgi named Moose. He knows how to play dead because my wife taught him.”

I am learning about myself.

“I have a job, but it’s just something to pay the bills. I rock climb at the end of every shift, on my drive back to my cute little apartment.”

I keep going. My life looks good. I realize later when I’m laying in bed that I forgot about the side profile.