I’m dating myself when I admit reading Charles M. Schulze’s Happiness is a warm puppy back in the 1960s. I’ve been thinking about happiness a lot lately. I’m a pretty positive person in general and find happiness in simple things.
Happiness to me is the first day it’s finally warm enough to open the windows to allow the spring breeze admittance. Happiness is a beautiful monarch landing on the butterfly bush next to the patio. Happiness is my husband and I laughing hysterically over something that isn’t funny, but, if we don’t laugh, we may cry. Happiness is remembering to take out the trash cans before the garbage truck comes around the corner. Happiness is a new bra–that fits. Happiness is losing a pound or five. Happiness is a clean house. Happiness is rain hitting the windows. Happiness is family. Happiness is hearing a song on the radio that makes me smile (my new favorite is Tim McGraw’s Meanwhile Back at Mama’s). Happiness is a hug from my grandson, Aiden.
Happiness for me now is a lot different that it was as a child. One of the happiest memories from childhood was the day I learned to ride a bike. Happiness then was camping trips, throwing rocks into a lake, tubing down the river. Happiness was all the hours I spent at the neighborhood swimming pool. Utter happiness was the first time I did a back dive that didn’t include a bellyflop.
Yesterday happiness was plotting a manuscript–a true feat for the panster in me. I have to give credit where credit is due. I attended a workshop given by Karen Docter. The W Plot—or The Other White Meat for Plotters. You can find this workshop on her website at www.KarenDocter.com/workshop. For you pansters out there, give this workshop a try. It’s amazingly easy, takes only a few minutes to lay out and will make you happy.
Remember every day is filled with ordinary miracles. What is your idea of happiness?