After yesterday’s walk through the miry clay of eugenics I thought you all might enjoy a happy hour post about–HAPPINESS!
It happened after yoga one night. The April air was crisp as we hadn’t fully settled into spring. My family waited for me at home, dinner on the table. My eyes filled with tears of contentment. I had come through years of debilitating anxiety and was fortunate to be alive.
So here are my picks to the prompt: Tell me about a moment when you were happy, so happy you could hardly see straight. You couldn’t have been happier if you’d won the Lottery. Go ahead and visit one another, make friends. Enjoy.
Tough choice: Is it the day I completed a 10,000-mile bicycle ride and met Peggy; or the night California voters approved an effort I had initiated to reduce tobacco use? One led to happiness; the other has saved an estimated one million lives. I’ll go with love.
Wandering Through Time and Place
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2 responses to “It’s Happy Hour”
Happiness–such a subjective feeling! I’m always happy, but deliriously happy? I don’t even like that feeling of being out of control. Hmm…
That made me laugh–uncontrollable happiness! I wish!