… I saw this.
No, not out my window. I wish. And then …
Okay, let me back up a minute or two here.
As you all know, or will in a second, I started this blog as a way to help myself to heal from some heartache in my life … get over … move on … be happy … mental health … you know … all the stuff that I wasn’t doing really well.
And to that end I try to find something each and every day that will make me feel happiness. And its amazing to me how funny everyday stuff can be … when you open your eyes and see the humor in it. Lots of the time it warms my heart at how easy it is to find things to fit the bill.
Some days, like today, it’s not as easy.
First thing this morning I was flooded with thoughts of “Him” and how I wished things had turned out differently. And it kind of went downhill from there.
I didn’t sleep well last night, and just when I finally fell asleep … the phone rang and woke me back up. No happiness there, eh?
Went to the new supermarket in town which was touted by family and friends from other cities as “phenomenal”. Um. It’s small. And limited. And you have to pay for a cart. And pack your own groceries.
Well, the produce has great prices … but hardly blog worthy, if you know what I mean.
On a whim I had lunch with a friend … which was nice … and had hot hot mexican food … which was nice … and got hot hot indigestion … which was not nice. No happy blog entry there either.
On coming home, I was met with the front room of yesterdays blog entry. And saw that there were a whole batch of little holes in the roof in addition to the two larger ones that I knew about. Oh goodie. Can hardly wait for it to rain later today.
So I went up to lay down and take a nap … that’s happy, right? I mean some days that’s the best a person can do, right?
And I woke up to a friend in distress calling me to cheer her up. Oh right. Just call me Happy Holly. Not.
But then I went out here … and started to look at the comments and emails and new followers and likes from yesterdays post. And an amazing thing happened.
I started to feel Happy.
And then I did what I often do when I see a new person following me … or saying that they liked my blog entry … or making a comment.
I followed a link.
And saw the beautiful picture up above. And read the story out here … (a nice one, by the way) … and several others out here … and started to feel happy … and suddenly I realized that I am not here all by myself struggling for happiness.
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.
That others have the same challenges … and hopes … and dreams … and many people do nothing … And I Thought of several who have resigned themselves to being satisfied with the status quo … even though it is not what they really want out of life.
But some people … some people actually get into action … take a risk … make a choice that others do not understand. And do something in their lives.
Happy things. Nurturing things. Loving things. For themselves.
What a radical concept.