So do you ever go through those periods in your life where things are firing on all cylinders, but you don’t want to say too much about it because you don’t want to inadvertently invite the other shoe to fall?
That’s how I feel now. The good feelz are nothing specific—it’s not like I won that ginormous MegaMillions jackpot and am being coy about it. It’s that there’s a generalized good right now, and all those little things add up to why I feel great this Friday…but at the same time, I don’t wanna say too much, lest I tempt fate or karma or…
…but does life really work like that?
Thinking about it frustrates me a little. Like why is it so ok to vent about angst and bad things but talking about and honoring good things is almost taboo?
We pay too much attention to the big (bad) pendulums swings and not enough to the small, beautiful, quiet ticks that ultimately make up the sweet and intricate rhythms of life.
And those rhythms can and should occasionally (frequently?) swell into loud songs that leave us with no choice but to honor the happiness and to get up and dance.
In any case, today I’m attentive to and feeling good about those quiet ticks…I’m feeling those sweet rhythms…my heart is happy.
And even though I’m way over-tired (I’ll sleep in the winter!), I have plenty of pep in my step, or, to paraphrase those immortal words of Jamiroquai, I’ve got canned heat in my heels this morning, baby.
It’s about the simple things. Reading out back. Meeting an old friend for beers. Filling the backyard with friends and laughter. Spending time with family. Trying new recipes and menu planning. This article about Joyce Carol Oates. The new 80s playlist I’m making. Fenway Park last night (in the rain). (Red Sox win!) Good things happening for people I love. Big ice cubes and good bourbon. Unexpected niceties. The pitcher of cold brew that I prepped yesterday and is ready for me to drink today.
Happiness doesn’t need to be specific. But it shouldn’t be ambiguous. Feel it. Acknowledge it. Revel in it.
Just don’t jinx it. 😘
Happy Friday. Have a great weekend. And thanks for spending time with me here—it keeps me going.
Love you too.