I love knowing that at one moment I may be laughing, and joking, and having fun and then in the next moment my countenance turns to reverence and I am focused, and quiet, and still having fun but there’s a time and place for all behaviors and I know when to lower my voice, and not be silly but polite.

Happy people are blessed, and prosperous and they are also deeply solemn and respectful. A happy person doesn’t have to say they’re happy because it shows on their face and in their eyes. Happy people aren’t perfect but they try their best at being good, and when they mess up they say, “I’m sorry” and try again in faith, knowing there are do-overs.

Today, while listening to a combined choir I imagined them laughing, and joking with each other and having a good time as they travelled to their destination but then while standing as a choir in a solemn place their demeanor changed to reverence and they sang with precision, focus, beauty, and respect.

I love being a happy person. Sometimes I’m jovial and other times I’m reverent, but at all times I feel deep, abiding peace in my heart.