Every once in awhile, I just feel GOOD, for no real reason, as if everything were right with the world. I had one of those nights recently. The husband and I had gotten quite a bit done during the day, cleared off some projects that needed to be done. Afterwards, my brother and I hiked 3 miles in 106 degrees. We had some yummy Indian curry afterward. When I got home, I made myself some lemonade with juice I’d frozen from my trees. I lounged in the bathtub with a good book, and as I got out and started drying out, it struck me that I just felt really good, as if everything were all right with the world.
Of course, no sooner did I think that than the dog started barking as if someone were breaking into the house. No one was, of course. It was the wind and rumbling thunder that upset her. Still, I didn’t know that for a minute, and my heart got quite the workout.
When I settled back down and discovered what got her going, I realized that I still felt good.
Do you have those times too, for no reason at all?
I do, then my minds starts to obsess that in order to always feel that way, I have to always be busy like that. It’s exhaustive.
Sounds exhausting. I try to enjoy it while it lasts.