It was a Tuesday.
There was a feeling in my gut that I couldn't shake.
Sifting through my thoughts as potential distractions, it still wouldn't budge.
No matter what I threw at it, it stubbornly held its ground and seemed
to enjoy the experience.
Knowing was in the house. Bliss, in as much as could be tolerated
in a corporate setting, was in the house. Contentment was in the house.
My body moved differently. My day was phenomenal. A perpetual smile was on my face.
I wondered what had gotten me here, and how do I repeat this
as often as possible?
I retraced my steps. For one thing, I had engaged in some very satisfying physical exercise
the day before - riding my bike with a good friend - at an intensity level in which I don't usually
partake. I was proud of the effort and the results.
Secondly, I had had some very pleasant conversations with a new friend over the course of
several days, during which I totally showed up as myself and was appreciated for same.
Thirdly, I had exchanged some focused feedback with a former boss who swears our
discussions are like therapy sessions.
Fourthly, I was wearing a new blouse, a solid, tawny, deep chestnut, henna perfection,
and my color vibe was singin'.
The joy-puller music I've been playing for weeks, and the thoughts
I've been coralling on purpose over there so I can focus on the ones over here,
all of that has parlayed into the total effect as well.
In my mind, it's no accident that I'm dwelling in this particular piece of real estate
at the moment, and I have to say, these here digs are mighty fine.
They are the perfect basecamp from which to poke my nose, to go out and discover,
to see what is around the corner, to revel in all of joy's various packages.
I almost didn't write this tidbit however. I almost didn't share this newsflash from euphoria.
I almost didn't broadcast what is oh-so-good.
I almost fell prey to the mentality of lack.
Who wants to listen to all this happiness stuff? Won't it just foster bad feelings
in people who aren't in the same place as me?
But hearing me gush about how great things are in my life is what
my part of where I touch the world needs.
Finding evidence of abundance and joy is exactly the ideal contribution.
There are others who are looking for these breadcrumbs to feeling
so good, you almost want to puke. They want to hear these words, so I wrote them
down for them.
For all you Hansels and Gretels of the new age, I salute you.
And isn't this dark chocolate windowsill fabulous?
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