What I Should Have Said

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Yesterday I embarrassed myself gushing on about farm fresh eggs and how happy they make me.

Yesterday I also woke up (too late to edit the post)  thinking that I should have entitled it “One Weird Thing” and that I’d missed my chance to ask you at the end of it – what one thing made you happy.

So I’m going to do that next Monday.  Please be thinking of what one weird thing makes you happy.  It may have come to your mind when you read yesterday’s post or it may have just popped into your mind when I asked the question just now but … let’s share.

I think it might be a little bit fascinating.

I dated a guy once who rode a Harley and loved the sight of the front fender when it was clean and polished and gleaming in the sunlight.  He tried to explain it to me (the curve, the glint off the chrome …) but where I saw a utilitarian piece of metal, he felt some deeply-rooted satisfaction that gave him joy.  The cool thing is that I’ve never looked at the front fender of a Harley in the same, boring, way again.

Like farm-fresh eggs or the curve of a sparkling fender, there may be no rhyme nor reason for why that thing triggers happiness, joy, fulfillment, or contentment in you … and I’m not here to try and figure it out.  Hey, I’m loopy for fresh eggs in a bowl, for heaven’s sake!  So no explanations will be necessary (unless you’d like to share one) but next Monday I’m going to share one other weird thing that makes me wildly happy and in the comments, I’ll be asking you to share yours too.

Who knows?  Hearing what makes each other happy may just open our eyes to all the little joys we take for granted in this world.

I want to experience that thing through your eyes.

Felecia

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