At different times of my life, I’ve thought that my great happiness was based on
- where I lived,
- what I accomplished,
- the school I attended,
- where I worked,
- what I looked like,
- other people’s opinions,
- which political party was in power,
- how the Red Sox were doing,
- nobody being mad at me,
- perfect health,
- being a great writer,
- living a long life, and
- everybody I loved having great happiness, too.
Today, I’m considering what a teabag is telling me about my great happiness:
My great happiness, apparently, is assured, because everywhere I look I see things that warm my heart.
It warms my heart and gives me great happiness to see old 45 records like that, including this one:
As always, it would give me great happiness to read your thoughts and feelings about this blog.
Thanks to all who who contributed to my great happiness in creating today’s post and to you — of course! — and your great happiness.