As I noted, I made a New Year’s resolution (okay, I actually decided it on Boxing Day, i.e., the day after Christmas) to be happy. I’m doing okay with it. It’s not as difficult as you might imagine… Even when I’m feeling irritable and cross and worried, I can reach into a place beyond or above or behind all of that (hard to describe) and find the joy.
I’m not claiming to be happy all the time. I think, as I did when I decided to be happy, that it’s impossible to be happy every moment of every day. But… I can find true joy EVERY day (except for a couple or three days there earlier this month when I was physically quite ill, but even then I managed to at least find moments of peace).
I actually have quite a lot to worry about at the moment. I haven’t written about it, and I won’t, but I’ve got some pretty major concerns on all fronts, and thus far, no real way to deal with any of them. If I can be happy through that, well, I’m doing pretty well, I think.
Happiness is a worthy goal. I highly recommend it. It’s your choice, just as it was and is mine.
