Hello, everyone. I know I said I’d post about the scary dream I had while on vacation, and actually I’m glad I waited on that because the issue that sparked that dream has a partial resolution, now. But more on that later.
First, I was hoping you could help me out. I am doing a very simple quick survey that will eventually turn into a speech for Toastmasters (did I mention I was in Toastmasters? 10 years now).
All I need is for you to finish this sentence: “Happiness is ____________________.” The response can be of any length, and can be anything that comes to your mind. Here are some examples:
Happiness is waking up, looking at the clock, and realizing that you have two hours left to sleep.
Happiness is a frozen margarita with salt.
Happiness is finding money in an old coat pocket.
If you are wondering whether I stole this concept from Charles Schultz, well, yes I did. Happiness is a warm puppy, Mondays are the sand traps in the golf course of life, a hot dog just doesn’t taste right without a baseball game around it; the man was a genius.
And so am I. Um, I mean, if you wouldn’t mind responding with a comment below telling me YOUR personal version of what Happiness Is, I would be most humbly grateful.