Posts Tagged ‘happy’

I don’t often get the opportunity to write during the day anymore. Unfortunately, having a job where the bosses are (almost) literally sitting in your lap all day long kinda makes that next to impossible. Perhaps if they didn’t do that all day, every day, they would have staff that didn’t basically do as little as possible when we don’t have any babysitters.

But I digress.
Or maybe I don’t.

This morning, I woke up in a rather sappy and girlie and ever-so-slightly loveycuddly mood. By slightly, I mean that if I could have, I would have cuddled in bed all day long. And, as if I need to say it, loveycuddly IS a word, no matter what spell-check has to say on the matter.

After waking up in such a mindset, I came to work and found out that all boss-type activity would be happening far, far away. That suited me just fine, as my body was at the office, but my mind was still tucked warmly and snuggled in bed.

As if that weren’t enough to make a good day better, a short while after arriving at the office, I was handed a picture that seemed to sum up the exact mood that I am in today.

The picture was handed to me by a friend. A kindred spirit who happened into my life the way most kindred spirits do; by chance. The photo she handed me was of a woman that I had met just as serendipitously.

One day, finding myself without lunch because I had forgotten it at home, I ventured out into ‘town’ to forage for food. I popped into the deli/diner to order something, turned around and saw my friend seated in the diner. She beckoned me over and introduced me to the remarkable lady that she was dining with.

I spent only fifteen or so minutes there while I waited on my order. But in those minutes, this woman made me feel like I was not only welcome, but that I had known her for years. What an incredible spark. Sense of humour, sharpness of mind and spirit. Something in her demeanor captured me and held me in rapt attention as she spoke.

There was nothing about this woman that didn’t whispershout happiness and love.

As I looked at her picture this morning, I realized why.

She has lived in love and with love for so long, that she has become love.

The photo of her and her husband took my breath away. I looked at it for a long time. I looked at his smile, and the way his arm wrapped comfortably around her shoulder as if it had always had a place there. I looked at her smile, at her hand wrapped around his as if it had always belonged there.

I looked into their eyes and mine teared up because this…
THIS is life.
This is joy.

This is, simply and unconditionally and purely, love.

As I write this, he is no longer beside her.
My heart breaks a little because of that.

But here’s the thing… I met her after he had already passed on. Before I even knew that he had gone. And I felt that remarkable love pouring out of her. In every breath, in every movement, every smile; from her core.

Love lives on.

And on, and on…

Thank you H & L, for loving each other.

I can’t wait to have my picture taken in fifty years and have a smile like yours.

Which is worse, failing or never trying?

This might be a terribly short blog post. I won’t make apologies for that. I’m not sure how much I have to say about this, because I can sum up my philosophy in a few short words.

No what-ifs.

I have done some helaciously stupid things in my life. That is to say, in retrospect I have done some stupid things. At the time, they didn’t seem stupid. At the time, they seemed like:

a) fun.
b) the right thing to do.
c) the right decision.

… but the thing is, none of them really worked out so great for me. In fact, you might say that they turned out like this:

a) painful or costly.
b) an occasion where my heart got ripped to shreds.
c) times when people have really disappointed me.

Yeah. Maybe not so smart. The thing of it is, I don’t regret any of it. I don’t regret a single hangover or broken bone. I don’t regret a single time that I’ve had my heart ripped out, and I don’t regret having people disappoint me. All of those things, every single one of them, has brought me to now.

I like now.
I fucking love now.
I fucking love what now will look like in a year.

The other thing is that I won’t ever have to look back and ask myself, ‘what if’. What if I HAD done that, rather than letting it pass me by? What if I HAD told that person that I cared about them? Would my life have changed? Would everything be better? Worse? Different?

I don’t look back on the things that I have tried and failed at with regret.

But I would definitely look back on the things I was too scared to try with regret.

I’m not afraid of failure.
I’m afraid of what if.

There has rarely been a time in my life when I have looked back on something and haven’t been able to learn from it. Even the failures. Fuck, ESPECIALLY the failures. All of those failures have brought me to now.

And now is so damn good.

The current challenge is brought to you by myself, and the ever delightful Chrissa over yonder at A Little Wicked. The Challenge questions are pilfered from Marc and Angel Hack Life, and their stellar list of 50 Questions That Will Free Your Mind. We hope you enjoy the posts, and if you’d like to take part, the questions are yours to answer.

What would I do with the power of invisibility?

Well, for starters, I’d confuse the hell out of people by posting an invisible blog post.
Why is not the question here, people.
WHY NOT!? is the question.

On top of invisiblogging, I would do the following:

Oh, and if you’re looking for noble pursuits, you’ve probably come to the wrong place.

I would actually PUNCH SLOW WALKING PEOPLE IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD! That’s right. I would totally do it. Not just slow walking people, but stupid people, too. There would be a lot of head-punching going on. Everyone and anyone that deserved a head punch would finally get one. Because with great power comes great responsibility. Know someone that needs it? I’m your invisible punching girl.

Have you punched a douche today?

I would also randomly whisper things in people’s ear. Inappropriate things. Things like, “Hey… have you ever wondered what it would feel like to do the hokey-pokey naked in the doorway your boss’s office?” It would entertain me to no end to see people’s reactions upon thinking that their own brains had come up with some of the shit that my brain comes up with. It’s not mean. It’s called sharing the love. SHARE IT!

Elevators would be a laugh riot. What could be more fun than grabbing someone’s ass on an elevator and then watching the havoc of everyone trying to figure out who did what to whom? Oh, and you could totally make a game of it with your invisible power having friends, too. If you cause a swearing tantrum? Ten points. A face slap? That’s a cool one hundred, right there.

Oh, the fun I could have with the local authorities. Like obtaining the fastest car I can, speeding like a demon down the highway past a cop, and then having him chase me before pulling over and leaving him to wonder just whom he should be citing for invisible speeding. And yes. By ‘obtain’, I likely mean ‘steal’. Don’t look at me like that. You know you’d do it too. And I swear I’d return it. Y’know, after the cop checked himself into the hospital for a brain scan.

Okay, so maybe these aren’t the nicest and most friendly things that I could do with this particular super-power. But after I have alleviated my frustrations, I’m sure that I could find ways to become a benefit to society with my powers. Honestly, I’m sure I could.

It’s just that these things tend to come to me first.

Because who hasn’t wished for some invisible hand to come from nowhere and bitch-slap a damn fuckbucket fool when he needs it? When you think about it, that might be enough of a benefit to society right there.

Just sayin’.

PS ~ If you can’t see the invisible post, just say the magic word (the magic word is INVISIBLOG!!) and then highlight it.  What, like you wouldn’t have made a post about invisibility invisible? Heh.

The 50-50 Challenge is an idea that Chrissa from A Little Wicked and I came up with. It is based on a list of 50 Lists to Write to Lift Your Spirits, which can be found at Demanding Joy. We were inspired to make it a blog challenge. If you’d like to participate, please do. Be as inspired as we were.