I drink sugar water.

Some days I wake and have this almost unnatural amount of joy that swells up in my soul. Usually when this happens I have somewhere that I need to be. So it’s guaranteed that I’m going to be stuck in my car driving while tiny, cotton candy fireworks are going off in my stomach.

It gets out of hand quickly as I start talking to myself and waving at those who pass by. Last time this happened I managed to drive a good ten minutes while singing some Killers with my best pirate accent which, if you heard it, is only me singing louder and shouting that I’m a pirate every few seconds. Once I start settling down I start praising God for the joy that he has filled me with and than I’ll go on with my day.

I think of these moments as pivotal epiphany moments because shortly after the experience I’ll evaluate what’s going on with my life. Are my priorities right? Am I living a life that brings glory to God? Are my days meaningful?

I’d like to say that I can pass any test that I give myself, but if I am honest than it’s not always the case. I handle multiplication exams with ease and my occasional forced hearing/eye tests are still in the clear. But when it comes to checking out how things are really going for me, that’s when I can get in trouble.

I’m glad for this though. Some people have their lives rocked by a death or job loss and than start asking the tough questions. So far, God only has to make me happy for a couple hours and I start to reshift my life how it should be. It’s like a weird sort of positive reinforcement reverse psychology. Thank you child development and thank you God.