HAPPINESS IS . . .
One of my favorite gifts each Christmas is the Peanuts calendar from my son and daughter-in-law. Each month shows a picture defining Happiness--Charlie Brown, Snoopy, Lucy, Linus, Woodstock, Sally--sometimes in a group, sometimes alone.Here are some highlights:
--JANUARY: HAPPINESS IS a new adventure. Perfect for the first month of a new year.
--MARCH: HAPPINESS IS a good book. That one could be on every month of my personal calendar.
--MAY: HAPPINESS IS being with friends. Where would we be without our friends?--AUGUST: HAPPINESS IS an afternoon nap. Yesss!
--SEPTEMBER: HAPPINESS IS expressing yourself. The picture shows Snoopy painting a portrait of Woodstock. I don't do portraits, but I love to paint. (We won't talk about quality here.)
--AND THE LAST ONE, LEADING INTO THE NEXT YEAR: HAPPINESS IS staying cozy. Snoopy is nearly invisible under a huge padded jacket.
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As I mulled over the topic for today's post, I found myself remembering what it was like being a kid, what made me happy, what I looked forward to, what seemed to me to be the epitome of being happy.
At age 6--going to school. So much great stuff to do--books to read, workbooks to fill out, drawings to color, other kids to see and hear (a one-room school was a microcosm of life for me).
At age 9--discovering writing! Putting characters we'd heard about in the book read to us by Miss Kincaid into our own story! It was like walking through a secret portal into another universe, where my own words made the story.
At age 12--living in a big city. (Wichita, KS was about 300K population at that time; big city by my standards.) Finding out there were other kinds of people in the world--meeting my first African Americans as students in my school. Having male teachers. And discovering art--making puppets, fashioning clay images, painting with watercolors.
At age 15--getting a chance to write for the high school newspaper; acting in one-act plays; going to high school basketball games.
After high school, everything seemed to be going faster. Life was lived on an adult plane--college students were treated like serious contenders for honors and graduation diplomas.
Happiness came with studies--though I have to admit advanced math classes made me break out in a rash; my brain wasn't ready to deal with number logic--word logic, now, that was just my style.
Adult happiness--so much depends on the person--what they grew up with, what their expectations were about life, what resources they had, or didn't have, to make dreams become reality. Like many people, I learned to adjust my dreams and expectations to fit with the resources I had or could assemble.
In my late 20s, I could find joy in my young family; going to church; eventually returning to college to finish my education.
Beyond that time, life didn't offer many different kinds of experiences. I did eventually work at a full-time job, which brought its own kind of happiness. I returned to writing fiction and found a writer's group of like-minded women. A short-term accompaniment job at a church became nearly full-time employment as the organist (never expected that!).After retirement, and a rather long adjustment period in which I had to decide what I could do, what I could afford to do, and what I'd much rather do, I settled into mostly activities that called me to be creative--quilting, knitting; playing church music; watercolor painting, and writing.
Happiness is still a good book or an afternoon nap--or both! But there's always a new adventure around somewhere, waiting to be discovered.
May you be blessed with happiness in your life!
Thursday's Child
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P.S.--If you find snatches of the "Happiness Is" song from You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown running through your mind today, do a quick google search--"two kinds of ice cream" will bring up several sites, and on YouTube you can hear it sung. Enjoy! Sing along!!
