What one little thing could you do today, Laurel, within your means and your comfort zone, that would make you feel like a supercoolhappylovething?
Get down on it,
The Universe
The road to paradise, Laurel, is made up of little steps, on a mostly dirt path, with earwigs and moss scattered about, guarded by a few armadillos and the occasional lonely pine, beautified mostly with wild dandelion flowers and dusty moths, within earshot of crickets that have no concept of when they should actually be singing. But hey, we're talking about the road to paradise.
