A good friend just made a bold move to pick up her life and shift it to the West Coast in pursuit of sunshine, happiness and truth. A fellow blogger, and often the source of inspiration for -ed chronicle posts, she asked what had happened to my blog. The last post published in late June.
"I'm just kinda...happy." I replied.
When you think about some of the literature world's best known authors, one can conclude that happiness is not the best inspiration. It is rare that a masterpiece sprouts from bliss. Instead, one's best life work often is born from inner turmoil. Think Poe, Hemingway, van Gogh.
But, she offered an interesting thought. Happiness is a fleeting thing. An entity that changes with the seasons, the circumstances, the hour. It is important to preserve it in whatever form you can so that you can still find it in those moments it disappears.
What is it that makes you happy?
A feeling of accomplishment, acceptance, self-fulfillment? Coming home to a big smile and loving arms at the end of the day? Savoring the little things, without losing sight of the bigger picture? Whatever it is that makes up your version of bliss--save it. Tuck it away in a pocket for a rainy day. Because sometimes it's just as difficult to find as it is to keep.
Wishing you bliss, Thursday evening sangria and tapas, and everything you're looking for.