How ironic. Today is definitely a day of SAD. Last night, Steve & I had another epic “relationship discussion” that left me with swollen eyes. I simply could not stop crying. This morning, I got my period. So typical. This week’s pert little challenge topic just made me laugh. What does it mean to be happy? “May all beings be happy.” Even with puffy bags and stinging eyes, I believe that I am happy. Even clinging like a wreck for survival, I believe that I am happy. Maybe that’s my grossest delusion. I willfully believe that I am happy, no matter what.
So what makes me happy? Sunshine. Family. Christmas. Here’s a photo of my kids on Christmas Day last year.
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As always, you are a thoughtful and thought-provoking writer. Just looking at your family photo makes me happy. I know there are big joys and little joys, and everything in between. It is a talent and a gift to find happiness whenever possible. It is also courageous, and sometimes painful, to ask questions and seek a deeper understanding of the world and your place in it. Dear Scilla, I wish you comfort and joy and fulfillment.
Thank you, Naomi. Your resonating comment means a lot to me. Seeking a deeper understanding and a deeper happiness in the midst of the suffering that happens every day is truly what I want to do with my life.
poor you.. sending you hugs xx
Thanks, friend. All’s well, really. Hugs keep me warm, though 🙂
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This one is a keeper:)
Why, thanks!
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