I was very happy yesterday morning during the carpooling to work, as happy as I was on the outrigger canoe in Hawaii. Hey, if one was to feel true happiness a couple of times a month, life isn’t too bad at all, is it?
My happy feelings came at a time when physically I was having a lot of discomforts due to first my neck pains, as my head fell off the pillow the night before, and then due to my severe lack of sleep, as I slept at 3 am again and had to get up at 7 for morning meetings. The external factor was not great either. It was a dark and gloomy morning in this normally sunny southern California.
But there I was, feeling a strong sense of happiness regardless. The ever-wise J.J. suggested one time to me to try on an idea and see how it feels, like trying on a dress in a department store before buying it. I didn’t know that was exactly what I was doing. We were chatting somewhat aimlessly and somehow I envisaged a quiet life by the coast. I could even smell the fresh sea air, feel the light ocean breeze on my skin and hear the sound of wave crashing at night outside of our bedroom windows. I saw a life where I could paint, write and do yoga every day. A life where I could listen to music on the cliff by the sea or walk the coastline miles at a time. When I tried that idea on, my heart started to open up and sing. That is what I really want, isn’t it?