I had an epiphany when reflecting on last week’s private events.
What made me happiest was not having finished draft #2 of my current MG WIP. (Yay!)
It wasn’t getting a request for the full finished MG manuscript (not the WIP 😀) from an agent I could only dream would ask. (Yippy!)
It was not agreeing to a critique exchange with a writer whose opinion and work I think highly of. (Hoorah!)
It wasn't even penning a first draft to a Picture Book whose character tickles my funny bone every time I think of it. (Hee-Hee!)
No. What made me truly happy was that one day I had an hour and a half video chat with DS, and he looked handsome and healthy.
What made me happy was seeing DD’s post on an upcoming months’ performing schedule, which looked robust and promising. I know how important this is for her.
What made me happiest was that family members in Israel, all stricken with Covid, passed through it quickly and in fine shape.
This is what I realized: none of the things that made me happiest were up to me. The things that are up to me were good, but they ranked behind.
And all of this reminded me that happiness is not something to seek. Just count the moments of grace and appreciate they happened.
Appreciating you, if you are reading this, right now.