I often compose my posts in my mind long before I write them. Ok, not all of them, but most. This morning I was thinking about happiness, and how so many people never seem satisfied. (By so many people I mean me. Just so we are clear.) When life is really good, we’re still looking for it to be even better. The grass is always greener and all that.
Somewhere between the time I was thinking about all of this and the present, sitting here at the keyboard, I realized it had all become a garbled mess in my head – that really it’s just that – learning to be happy with what is at hand. Getting over all the quirks and imperfections. Setting goals and striving for them, but not being so hard on yourself and everyone around you when things don’t work out as planned.
The whole point came crashing down on me as I looked at a photo I took at Jackson Square in New Orleans, the most recent photo in my Pixelog. The non-stop rain could have ruined my day – but instead it made it better.
Isn’t that what life is all about? Finding the little things, even the things that seem negative at first, and figuring out how they really make your life better?