The Feeling of Happiness is Relative
Dear Diary,
Today's writing prompt is to write about a time that I felt really happy. I cannot believe that I struggled with this topic for over three hours. One would assume that a topic so simple as this would be a breeze to discuss. Oh but contraire!
I finally started listing all the different times in my life that I felt real happiness. So my conclusion is that happiness is all relative. Relative to the different stages of my life.
- Like when I was a baby, I am pretty sure I was really happy to get a bottle and a cookie. And I specifically remember being really happy while watching Winnie the Poo on our roll-a-way TV.
- When I was a teen, the only thing that made me happy was hour-long phone calls with friends, getting my first kiss with the boy I was most in love with at the time; and getting a 10-speed bike for Christmas. Happy days!
- How about the time I became a mother. I think I was pretty fricken happy with all three of them. They are my true loves of life.
- Then we have the time I was teaching overseas. I was really happy working with students and helping them learn and achieve their goals.
- And I really loved traveling to new parts of the world and meeting exciting people and experiencing new cultures. I was really happy doing that.
- I was also pretty happy when I returned to the States after 22 years abroad. Glad to be back on American soil, and back with family.
- And we all remember the pandemic. The only real happiness I felt then, was when my job told me to go home with my computer and work from there. Man, I was so fricken happy then! (And never went back to an office again Yea!)
- And what about the time I finally understood the true meaning of John 3:16, and the wonderful gift of salvation. Pretty, pretty happy! Joy unspeakable and full of glory!
- But then I got cancer. Hard to swallow for sure, but really happy when I qualified for a bone marrow transplant; and it worked. Not to mention the nearly 100 pounds I lost as a result without even trying. (LOL)
- And now here I am, 60 years old. Currently working on a yet another book; but nothing makes me happier than being a grandma! Wow, just to look at their faces melts all my anxieties away. I love them so much.
So how do I write about one event that makes me happy. Impossible I say! Life has been too giving for that.