Thanks to Michael for hosting our Tale Weaver challenge every week.
The cartoon for inspiration is priceless……… as is the subject of our challenge this time.
This week we are to write about our thoughts on the notion of happiness.
Have you found it?
Is it as elusive as always?
Is it something where you enjoy the process knowing you may only get a fleeting sight of it?
Go where the prompt takes you and have fun.
Image – Gary Larson/Google images
I guess I was a happy child, content with my lot, my toys, my home, my family, but when you’re a kid you don’t really think about it do you.
I remember other kids would come round and play, and on a nice day we’d throw a blanket on the grass and another over the washing line to make a tent under which to have our picnic tea. Happy days of innocence and happy memories.
For years I saw Happiness as being with people you loved, enough money without having to worry about paying the bills with a little bit left over for savings, and a house full of laughter.
When I got married in 1977 I was hoping to achieve those goals, having a new house, furnishing it gradually as the budget would allow, and a pocketful of dreams about raising a family. Learning to drive or exotic holidays never entered my mind, the latter never materialised anyway and the former, well I got custody of the car and the bank loan in the divorce settlement (as well as the dog at the time).
I chased Happiness with a ready made family the following year and stayed almost 8 years.
It was a short lived pipe dream but I believed the promises made to me which turned out to be paper roses accompanying my rose coloured glasses. I was committed by then anyway to two very young children who did not deserve another adult walking out on them. Sadly, that is what I ended up doing, but at least they knew they were not to blame.
There were some happy times though, and I will never regret my fostering years, which although emotionally charged, were the most satisfying days of my life at the time.
Fast forward to now, some thirty years after I left that relationship and I can honestly say I think I’ve found Happiness, or at least the one for me.
Hubby and I have built a new life together, have a modest and I think comfortable home where there is always a warm welcome and offer of a cup of tea. Our days on the boat were glorious and fun filled, a learning curve of the abstract variety by today’s standards perhaps, but we were together, side by side, and life was good.
Our proud boast is we still don’t owe a penny anywhere, so have no worries about the bailiffs knocking on the door to repossess the car, a TV (which we haven’t got you may remember), or other home comforts for lack of payment. We pay our bills, have the occasional treat, and even with the recent reduction in our income, I’ve done the sums and we have enough with a small ‘cushion’, but a cushion nonetheless if we’re careful.
When it comes to ticking the boxes from my childhood aspirations, apart from children and the exotic holidays (though I did go to NZ on my own in 2010), I’ve got it all, and even more importantly, someone who loves me for who I am to share it. You can’t put a price on that.