I made a decision. I'm going to be happy.
It's not that I haven't been happy. But I think I want to be whistle-sweet-skipping happy. I choose happy. I choose warm, kind, and smart and dancing, laughing, giddy, silly, generous, Chaos is not clarity. Unkindness is not definition.
Civility and consideration, warmth and sweet consideration, soft ice cream, chocolate dipped strawberries, polite interactions with my family and friends, and laughter - lots and lots of laughter, and coffee.
I choose happy. I choose conversation and long forgiving hugs. I choose the lightening between the clouds and no strikes to the grounds, no roars of thunder. I choose heartbeat to heartbeat. I choose a thousand yellow daisies, a sea of daisies.
I choose happy.
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- Empty nest; what is next? Over 20 years as a creative writing instructor; over 40 years as a writer. On my desk right now, an unopened bag of coffee beans, a music cd, a plethora of pens, two newspaper scraps, photos of my son and daughter, two half-full bottles of water and a half empty coffee mug and a notice from Julie about a poetry reading Friday night.
1 comment:
A friend wrote to me saying this:
I like it.
It sounds like an easy choice, but I know it's not, given circumstances.
It's a hard path, but, like honesty and civility, it serves the traveler on that path well.
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