The Weekend

I've had a lovely weekend.  Pretty laid-back, but still managed to get some stuff done for the trip, baked for a friend's party, then attended said party which was full of laughter and remeetings and rememberings.

It was one of those parties that makes you so glad to be in the place you are in your life.  It's a grown-ups party, more civilized than college chug until you drop, but everyone is still carefree, some coupled some un-coupled, but all willing to be drunk and silly.  I had very defined moments where I took myself slightly out of my mind, looked around and was grateful for what I felt.  I love to notice those moments, to pause and recognize the pleasure I am feeling, to acknowledge how important they are.  They are not always easily remembered or identified, so when I do, I try to hold on to that memory as much as I can.  I want to look back at my life and remember that I had happy moments, real ones.  That good things exist for me outside of and inspite of my mind's manipulation.

I love being happy.  When I can identify a moment as being happy, my satisfaction and level of happinesss instantly doubles just from the realization.

Pay attention to all the moments in your life where you can step back and recognize whatever you're feeling.  It can really make a difference.