I’m not unhappy, just very tired. I’m really pushing myself to keep getting at least one blog entry done a day–for fear that if I stop, I’ll stop getting anything done.
I couldn’t think of anything to put down here until a little while ago, when I remembered the many times I’ve told myself that all I wanted out of life now was one full happy year. Something I’ve never had. I’ve had mostly years with a little happiness, and little unhappiness, but never one period of twelve months with only a few minor unhappinesses and a reasonable number of minor happinesses. Actually, I want more than that: I want a twelve-month period like that which also includes at least one major happiness. I’ve never had a major happiness.
I’ve had major unhappinesses, though. I’ve whined enough for now, though, so I won’t go into them.
Never had a major happiness?? What about the first time you had something published? And didn’t a museum purchase one of your more visual long division poems?
Bob,
I wish you Twelve Happy Months with One Major Happiness – and more!!! (I’m a minimalist perhaps, but not a doctrinaire one.)