A Journey to Happiness Beginning...

The day has come. I’m finally doing it. Here it is!! Welcome to my blog! Let me tell you, it's a long time coming but I’m happy I made this commitment to myself and kept it. 

My name is Sarai (pronounced as Sara without the “i” at the end) I am 24 years old, work in the fashion industry, have a loving family and a great boyfriend, and I’m just trying to figure out my life right now, to sum it all up. 

If asked, close friends and family have described me as kind, bubbly, and an overall happy person. While this is not not true, I myself have never felt like I was in a “happy” state. This is not to say that I've never been happy, which of course I have, but if someone ever asked me if I was happy, I don't think I ever said yes. 

Happiness seems like a social construct at times. Just because all throughout life you have peaks and pits. Even if you have the best day in the world, there will still be a pit during that day. I guess in my mind before, in order to be happy, I would have to be at a constant peak. As of late I have realized that happy moments don't happen unless you have crappy moments. Think about it, if everyday was the best day , like Christmas for example, you would eventually get tired and sick of it. You would want life to eventually get back to normal. Eat a salad rather than christmas cookies. Have some alone time rather than a whole day with your family. Be able to work for gifts to yourself rather than being gifted.

Bottom line is that too much of a good thing is a bad thing. Also, how would you know it's a good day if it was normalized? Like if you were Stormi Webster and got a Birkin bag a day (i wish), after a while the Birkin becomes less valuable. 

Life is all about balance. You have to have salad in order to enjoy the pizza. You have to have water in order to have the rose. There needs to be years of discount shopping to enjoy your first ever luxury purchase.  Bottom line is life’s a climb, but the view’s great. Welcome to my climb, where the happiness begins.

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