Happy

It does not take much to make me feel happy; a small kindness here or there, a tiny reminder that my company is desired, an acknowledgment that my thoughts and ideas matter. I was trained for years to set expectations low and be content if peacefulness is accomplished. Phenomenal elation and exquisite pleasure weren't high priorities or even likely possibilities. So I am easily pleased by simple things.
Conversely, I am quickly disappointed by the smallest slight. A too-short smile, an abbreviated attention to things, a missing focus on my needs. Daily life can lead to a massive heaving from high to low. Desperately, I attempt to strike a balance between. The mediocrity of not really feeling, in full, the emotions that each day brings.
But I wobble, ever so slightly, back and forth, up and down.

And so the slightest thing can make me smile...or cry.