Hello. How are you? I’ve been meaning to write to you for such a long time, but I haven’t been too sure what to say. Actually that’s not exactly true… there’s been plenty to tell you but I haven’t quite known how to go about saying it.
Most of the things that have been happening since we last spoke are messy, boring, day-to-day sorts of things … the kind of challenges and successes that seem huge to me, but are really just teeny-tiny pieces in the great jigsaw of the world.
But pushing all that stuff to one side, there is one piece of news that I do think is kind of big … I’m happy.
Funnily enough, I didn’t find happiness, but it sure found me.
The poor thing was huffing, puffing and straining for breath by the time it caught up with me. For whatever reason, I always thought the chase would be the other way around.
In the end, happiness wasn’t hiding under the bed, behind the couch, or on the top shelf of the pantry. One day it was just there.
It was in the green grass, the cloudy sky, and the gentle rain. It was there in the wagging of tails, the laughter shared over pets, and the brewing of a huge mug of hot tea. It was browsing bookshelves, slicing into homemade orange cake, and planning the next stage of my writing adventure.
Now I can see how all the little bits of happiness have never been all that far away. It just took me a while to slow down and notice what had always been right behind me.
It’s amazing what can be found when you’re not really looking. Don’t you think?