Thursday, April 18, 2013

Post 2 - Day 108

So, as you can see I am on the ball. I am also very sarcastic. If I post every 55 or so days, you should be able to read 6.63 blogs this year and I should be 6.63 times as happy as I was January 1st - but don't hold you breath.

I got an email from an aquaintance yesterday that made me ask myself if I was still working on choosing to be happy. All this person did was ask me how my day was going. This was my answer:

"You ask how my day is going? My day is like all days: 

It is the best of days, it is the worst of days, it is the age of wisdom (well….), it is the age of foolishness (around here – that is the truth), it is the epoch of belief (that one day I can retire), it is the epoch of incredulity (that I am still working at this age!), it is the season of light (it is summer after all and we are on daylight savings time), and the season of darkness (because I am not independently wealthy), it is the spring of hope (that I will win the lottery), it is the winter of despair (because I haven’t won the lottery yet), we have everything before us (except a winning lottery ticket), we have nothing before us (except 3 more hours of work) , we are all going direct to heaven (I hope), we are all going direct the other way (if it as hot as summers around here I definitely don’t want to go)…

A Tale of Two Cities anyone? Actually I am passable today. Just waiting on 5 o'clock and a beer when I get home."

I didn't have a beer. But, does that sound like I am working at being happy? I just don't think so. I should be working at it. I think about it every day - but I do not CHOOSE it. That is so ridiculous since each day is going to pass whether I choose to be happy or not. I will get one day older. I will have one less day to live. I will have one less day to realize what a gift life is and that I am just letting it pass me by like an old dog that watches the squirrels run by. The very squirrels she used to chase for hours just for the sheer fun of it.

But I will just let today pass by and I think I will just roll over, yawn, and pet that old dog.

1 comment:

  1. What a good old dog !
    Maybe 'contentedness' is what she and you have.
    Just glad to be.
    Don't need yelling, dancing, party throwing, happiness.
    Don't need to make pursuing happiness into a chore.
    Just need the kind of contented happiness that says "doing nothing is leave me alone !"