waking up happy.
When I woke up this morning, I had this very warm, contented feeling, and I knew it was from the dream I was just having. It was quite strong, this sense of happiness and excitement. But I can’t remember anything about the dream at all, nothing. Just the feeling of it when I woke up. I tried to get back into it, glean some sort of lasting image to take with me, but to no avail.
What disturbs me about all of this, waking up as I did, I know what happiness feels like now. And I’m far from that. So very far. That feeling I had this morning? It was strange and interesting and just plain good. I don’t know that I’ve experienced that before; if I have, it was long ago.
So, what do I do now? I thought I was fine, I thought I felt okay about everything, that life was alright, not great, but alright enough to get by, and now I know it isn’t.
Even worse, my memory of this morning is already fading. I’m forgetting that happiness I felt, even for those few seconds. How can a person forget happy?
At the very least though, I’ve reminded myself that being happy doesn’t just mean not being unhappy. So maybe I can do something about it after all. The pursuit of happiness is the real fun anyway. the journey not the destination. the quest, not the capture. etc, etc.
on an unrelated topic, can someone explain to me how a child who loved mixed veggies (peas and carrots and green beans) barely 2 months ago can suddenly hate it with a passion and refuse to allow even the tiniest smidgen of it past his tight locked little lips?
To bad they cant package that moment.
I go to meditation meetings, you sit with a group and for 20 minutes you relax to a meditation sound track. I heard someplace that when you reach a certain level of serenity you rub your forehead, and that if you rub your forehead in a stressful situation
you feel better because you have trained yourself to relax….just an idea.
You were probably so happy because you knew that today was my birfday!!!
I had that exact same experience a couple weeks back. I was driving home through my neighborhood and was just overcome by a euphoric wave. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but everything in my world suddenly made me happy. Nice neighborhood, nice car, nice house, nice wife, nice baby, nice dinner I was gonna have, etc. An hour later, the feeling was gone, and I couldn’t force it to return if I tried. I suppose that’s what some drugs must be like, just instant happiness. It’s a powerful feeling…
Whatever it is, its the same reason that my daughter turned beat red hysterically screaming and crying and nearly turning her head around 360 degrees at the doctors office just for the doctor to LOOK in her eyes. He didn’t have a needle or was touching her or anything. I have given birth to the exorcist.
I can’t believe he ever did like the mixed veggies….DW won’t even eat green jello for fear of possible vegetable contamination.