Happy Diaries: A Good Ole Twirl

Today felt like one of those rare, sweet pockets of joy — the kind that sneaks up on you and reminds you that life is still soft in the middle.

I got dressed with no real agenda other than to feel good. A little twirl in the mirror, a quick smile at myself, and suddenly it felt like the start of something special. I headed out to see Cirque du Soleil, and honestly? It was magic. The kind of magic that lifts you out of your everyday routines and drops you into a world where color, sound, and movement all speak their own language. I sat there thinking, When was the last time I let myself be this entertained?

After the show, I wandered into a restaurant I’d been meaning to try. No rushing, no second-guessing — just me, my appetite, and a cozy corner table. The meal felt like a celebration, not of anything big, but of the simple fact that I made time for myself. Every bite tasted like “you deserve this.”

Walking back to the car, I realized how long it had been since I spent a day like this — slow, intentional, and full of little joys. Not a birthday, not a milestone. Just a day where I let myself enjoy being alive.

Sometimes a good ole twirl is all it takes to remind you that you can still make your own magic.