Happy Place

When I think of a happy place, I think of it as a place, thing, or activity that makes someone feel safe, secure, and problem free. It’s a place where someone feels happy and free to be their authentic selves. Whenever you want a brief escape from the daily struggles of life, your happy place is the best escape route. Believe it or not, many of us have a happy place. It can be church, reading, exercise, your favorite food eatery, even the beach.

During this very difficult time, I would like to talk about my two happy places. They are very beneficial in helping me get through each day. Knowing whatโ€™s going on with work, the news, and those who are sick and/or unemployed, I canโ€™t help but feel heartbreak. My best friend is trying to figure out where his next paycheck will come from. My brother was in quarantine the last time we heard from him. With the whole world collapsing, my happy places are the safest places to get comfort. Without further ado, letโ€™s get started ๐Ÿ™‚

Our Heavenly Father: I mean come on. Thereโ€™s no other place thatโ€™s as solacing as being in the presence of the Lord. Heโ€™s the One who will never lead us astray. Whether itโ€™s good times or bad times, the Holy Spirit is here to raise us up. He’s so good that we can trust Him more than we trust ourselves. Psalm 62:8 (NIV) says, “Trust in him at all times, you people; pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge.

I must admit though: There was a time in my life where I took God for granted. I skipped prayer, did not attend church, chased men, and spent more money than I made. For a minute I thought I was being comforted by these earthly deeds. I thought these things combined made me a happy place. But these careless acts failed to filled the void that was weighing heavy on my heart. Yet, I continued doing them because I felt so lost.

The good news: Letting Jesus into our lives is the answer! A relationship with Him is the most powerful happy place to have. That void I spoke about earlier: itโ€™s no longer there! Itโ€™s like it shrunk out of existence. Heโ€™s just that amazing!

What I learned from growing closer to Him: People come and go. Christ comes and stays ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š

My blog: Over the past 5 months (6 months on April 22), I’ve been dedicating myself to developing a platform that displays the unbosoming of an 32 year old autistic woman of color (Black mixed with Cherokee). During that time, I have come to the realization that I communicate better through writing than speech. Donโ€™t get me wrong: my 8th grade teacher called me the chatterbox ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ A coworker calls me preppy, so trust me: I can speak ๐Ÿ™‚ I just feel a lot more transparent when I write. With filled journals stacked in my closet, I knew that writing was something I have a knack for.

Thereโ€™s something else. I feel a huge passion when I write. I have never expected that going public with my writing would answer the question I have been asking myself since I was a child. That question is, โ€œWhat do you want to be when you grow up Vero?โ€ First, I wanted to be a teacher, and then a fashion designer. This is because I enjoy learning and dressing up. I always thought writing was something in order to vent. Thinking over all the writing I did throughout my 32 years of life, along with the thought of publishing a book one day, I realize that writing is something God called me to do.

How do I pursue that calling? I will explain that in my next post ๐Ÿ™‚

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