🎀 "Be the Reason Somebody Smiles Today (Or Drinks

🎀 "Be the Reason Somebody Smiles Today (Or Drinks – Whatever Works)"

You know those wholesome motivational quotes like, “Be the reason someone smiles today”? Yeah, well, I aimed for that. I really did. But sometimes life hands you a glitter grenade, and suddenly you're the reason someone’s clutching their emotional support coffee (or cabernet) like a life raft.

☕ It Started with Good Intentions...

One day, I woke up and said, “Today’s the day I’m going to spread joy like confetti!” Except, I was out of actual confetti, so I improvised with passive-aggressive Post-it notes and a smile that made people wonder if I was okay. (I wasn’t. But I had snacks, so I was hanging in there.)

At the coffee shop, I complimented a stranger’s socks. They looked at me like I had just asked them to join a cult. I smiled. They left quickly. So… not quite a smile, but I was the reason they power-walked back to their car with fresh adrenaline.

🍷 You Win Some, You Wine Some

Later that afternoon, I tried again. I told a friend they looked radiant. They asked if I was buttering them up for something. Which, okay, yes, I was about to ask if they’d beta-read my book draft. But it was still a sincere compliment! Mostly.

When my dog stepped in a fresh pile of glitter I had spilled during an "inspirational DIY quote project" (don’t ask), things really went off the rails. She ran across the keyboard mid-sentence and managed to post “Chapter 12: [shfjjjkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk]” to my writing group.

The good news? It made someone laugh so hard they snorted tea. The bad news? It was their laptop tea. RIP, Dell Inspiron.

📝 The Writer Behind the Words

So yes—sometimes I’m the reason people smile. Sometimes I’m the reason they curse autocorrect, knock over their wineglass, or reconsider their life choices. But either way, I make an impact. And really, isn’t that the dream?

If you ever read one of my books and laughed so hard you snorted, spilled a beverage, or just smiled at the absurdity of it all—thank you. You made my day. Being an author is weird and wobbly and wonderful, and knowing my words can cause either uncontainable giggles or emotional hangovers makes it all worth it.

Just remember: be the reason someone smiles today—or at the very least, be the reason they buy a bottle of merlot. You’ll both feel better.

Until next time, keep smiling (or sipping), and remember: I’m rooting for you. Unless you’re my editor. In that case, I’m hiding.

💬 What’s the funniest way someone’s made you smile—or sent you straight to the liquor cabinet? Drop it in the comments!

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