March 24, 2008

• I Wear my Pink Pajamas ...

  I have new pajamas.  Finding new pajamas is a thrill only slightly less exciting than finding a new pair of shoes.  I love my lounge wear.  In fact, I'd be so happy if it became acceptable to wear pajamas in public. 

  These have a minty green top and plaid cotton capri length pants.  Capri length pajamas are the best thing EVER.  Because my legs are so short, this means they fit me perfectly.  I don't have to cut off the pretty trim at the bottom of the legs to hem them to proper length. 

  I like them so well, I'm planning to go back and get them in another color.  Like pink.  Pink is nice, and happy. 

  I've been thinking about happiness, reading about happiness this weekend.  The book that I kept trying to read on the patio is "The Art of Happiness".  To be honest, it's amazing how few of the concepts in this book, or the Tolle book are new or innovative, they are reminders of what we all already know about being happy. 

  Some of us have struggled with the idea that deliberately focusing on our own happiness is a selfish thing to do.  But study after study demonstrates that happy people are open, compassionate, helpful, and fun to be around.  Unhappy people tend to be irritable, self-centered, intolerant, and frankly a drag. 

  My kids are well into enjoying their spring break.  They are happy.  I'm sure they are happy because I've tested them this morning by suggesting that they could do some chores.  They have happily done everything I ask.  So we have laundry going, the trash has been taken out, and the dining area vacuumed. 

  Joe the cat seems happy, but he's not quite as helpful.  He's fascinated by the cotton rug on the floor in the living room.  He has figured out how to burrow under it and run around like something from a cheesy horror film "The Thing that Lives Under the Rug".  I guess that's helpful in it's own way.  It's certainly amusing.  As is his habit of extending his hind leg in a joint defying stretch over his head and peering closely at the space where his private parts used to be.  I probably shouldn't laugh, but it's funny that even after six months, he still looks surprised every time. 

  Gladys the other cat is probably happy too.  She's sleeping on my bed so she's at least relaxed.  (No snoring though).

  I'm happier than I've been in a couple of months.  Usually, I think of external circumstances as being the standard for judging my level of happiness.  In this instance, it's the internal environment that's changed.  My brain chemistry is adjusted enough that I can sleep again.  Being well rested gives me a clarity of mind that's enabling me to accomplish more and an energy to get it done. 

  I wonder which of my shoes will go best with pink pajamas ... I could start a happy trend here ...

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