On Being Joyful

I promise to laugh a little louder.

I promise to smile a little wider; and with that wider smile, wear brighter lipstick.

I promise to have cake fights with Roah and then eat that cake.

I promise to say hello to strangers.

I promise to say hello to people who I hate (which is harder than saying hello to strangers).

I promise to say hello to people who I hate in a nice way and not a mean, sarcastic way.

I promise to live my life a little crazier.

I promise to stop complaining about being sad, and lonely, and single, because I am not.

I promise to be a little happier.

I promise that even though I said wasn't single in that last line: I am.

(P.S. I wish this was be. That'd be cool.)