“I Swear I Wasn’t High”

I was annoying my family tonight — laughing too hard, acting like something broke inside me. You know that kind of laugh? The one where you’re not even trying anymore; your body is just doing it on its own.

They looked at me like, what the hell is wrong with you?

So I hit them with the best line I’ve ever come up with:

“I’m sorry… my heart is full right now.”

And what can you possibly say to that?

It kills every joke, every tease, every raised eyebrow.

It explains everything and asks for nothing.

It flips the whole moment on its head.

I wasn’t laughing because I’m broken.

I was laughing because I’m full —

full of love, full of gratitude, full of the kind of happiness that sneaks up on you when you’re surrounded by your people.

I think that’s what joy really is.

Not the big dramatic stuff —

just those small, stupid, perfect moments where you realize:

I’m happy because you’re here.

I’m happy because we’re together.

I’m happy, and it’s spilling out of me.

Call it cheesy. Call it corny.

Call it whatever you want.

But sometimes joy just leaks out of you.

And the truth is, most of us could use more of that.

So yeah — something is wrong with me.

My heart's too full.

Fact check me.