What makes me happy? What gives me joy?
Here is today’s list:
Writing (of course).
Today’s polka-dotted weather. Sun. Cloud. Hail. Rain. Sun. Thunder. Wind. Repeat. A smorgasbord. I am leaving my studio lights on, even when it is the sun’s turn, because in five minutes the clouds will be sailing in and taking over.
Jazz, piano and violin playing off each other, a conversation, harmony and counterpoint.
Raisin bran and milk and demerara sugar for breakfast in my Blue Willow cereal bowl. Raisins sweet and chewy. Milk cold. Flakes getting progressively soggier as I go. I eat them, when they are soggy, only to get to the raisins.
My pen with its sky blue ink.
Water from our well, poured into my Shrek the Third glass. Hard water with a lot of minerals and iron in it. I think of the cartoon I watched as a child. Popeye the Sailor who ate his spinach to get strong. All I do is drink my water.
Reading a new novel. Death in Florence by Marco Vichi. Chief Inspector Bordelli who drives a noisy Volkswagen Beetle and smokes too much.
Discovering a new-to-me author who’s writing I love. Thank you, Marco Vichi, for offering me a new treasure chest of words and ideas and story. All translated from Italian.
Yes, a satisfying list. Perfect things that happen every day for me. That give me happiness and joy.
A few months ago I watched a documentary about happiness. Someone had come up with a Happiness Formula. My happiness equals my brain’s happiness set point (didn’t know I had one), plus my life conditions, plus my choices. According to this formula, my life conditions only make up 7 to 12 percent of my happiness. My choices make up 40 to 50 percent.
There is the key. What am I choosing? And what am I choosing to notice? Where am I placing my attention?
Well, today my attention is on writing, weather, music, the raisins in my cereal, sky blue ink, cold water, the novel I started reading at breakfast, and appreciating the author I have discovered.
My life contains so much every-day happiness. All I need do is be here, right now, present to the gifts I am being offered. Choosing to notice. Choosing to let the cereal in my bowl catch my attention, the taste of water from my well, the colour of the ink on this piece of paper. Things on today’s happiness list. This is my Happiness Formula.
In this post:
Death in Florence by Marco Vichi, published by Hodder and Stoughton, 2013. http://www.marcovichi.it/
The Happiness Formula http://www.huffingtonpost.com/deepak-chopra/leadership_b_3379150.html