A nice lady just told me to “have a happy day.” Barring unforseen events I expect to, more-or-less, but it got me to thinking about what that means. What, exactly (or even generally) is a happy day? I mean, I get “joy.” “Have a great day” I say a lot myself. But “happy?” Is it a day without pain, a day without conflict; a day without problems? Is it a day when everything goes my way and I feel like I’m king of the hill?
I’ve been fortunate enough, despite some powerful setbacks, to have a mostly good life, if you overlook the 20-odd years as an active alcoholic. My recovery has so far been successful. I’ve settled the spiritual issues that bothered me in my early years — principally due to being trapped in a religion for which I wasn’t suited. That’s all in the past. My kids are healthy, and if not wealthy they’re wise enough to carry on a sensible conversation. I have a comfortable relationship with myself, my spouse, and the people around me. Those who have chosen not to have a relationship engender some regret, but it’s not ruining my life. I make a good living. People pay me for doing the things I’m good at, including writing, and I figure I’m lucky not to be asking folks “Do you want fries with that?”
I really don’t know. I imagine a “happy day” means different things to different people. A person who suffers with chronic pain probably considers a day when their meds are getting the job done pretty happy. Other problems are less amenable to chemical solutions, and I suppose even people who are inclined to worry about such things have few happy moments from time to time. But one of the things that meditation has taught me is to look at things and then let them go, and most of the time I’m fairly good at that. If it can’t be dealt with right now, I am able to move on and then address whatever it is at the appropriate time. Sometimes that works for several minutes on end. 🙂
I don’t know. I think maybe rather than a happy day, I’d prefer a fulfilled day; a day after which I feel as though I’ve done something useful — not necessarily accomplishing something tangible, but still being able to look back at the day and say, “OK. Good day. Paid some more dues.”
This isn’t supposed to be deep thought, here. Just musing.
What about you?