“So yeah, I think I can say, I’m happy about 90% of the time.”
There it was.
I’d said it.
And no sooner had I said it, than I realised it was probably true.
The thing is, I haven’t always been this way. And I’m not crazy – I know all too well that life contains sadness, and loss, and, and sorrow, and disappointment, and hurt, and horror. I’ve seen some pretty dark times, and even now in my fairly-charmed-and-cheery life, there are still bad times. But in the main, I am happy most of the time.
Sure, there are things that upset me. There are things I want that I don’t have. There are bad days, bad lessons, bad meetings, bad dreams.
But they are definitely the exception rather than the rule.
And cheesey as it is, I’m really, really grateful for that. 5 years or so ago I was such a different person, living such a different life, and now? I’m happy. How freaking awesome is that?
Now, before you all start barfing, this joy is tempered somewhat – my life is happy, not perfect :-).
But in the main, life is good. Good friends, good times, more music and books than I can get through in a decent space of time, a job that I love (even if it does turn me into a little bit of a biatch on wheels sometimes….that will be some of the 10%), the chance to travel and learn and write and sing and dance (because, after all, “there’s no such thing as bad dancing”).
So I’m being grateful today.
I like how it feels.
I hope you all have blessings aplenty to count also…..and look forward to hearing of more to come.
Have a great weekend!
PS Am just about to spend my weekend in Somerset, sleeping on a church floor in my 70s sleeping bag, going to ‘Spring Harvest’ and generally corralling our youth from church….will this affect the 90/10 ratio, one wonders? 😉