Quiet thoughts come floating down

I was talking the other night to Joy about a really good memory. So good, in fact, that I started actually crying while talking about it. (Which is pretty unusual . . . I try to avoid crying in front of people. I just don't like the potential awkwardness, or showing that I actually do have very strong feelings. What is my problem with that, anyway?)

But I digress.

The memory was one of those that you don't necessarily expect to keep around, but it keeps showing up in your head. There wasn't anything particularly memorable about the time, and it wasn't like I was doing anything super-exciting. The thing that makes that time really stand out, though, is the fact that I actually made a conscious effort to look around me and think, "Hey, this is awesome. How lucky am I right now?" I was really happy that night. And that's why I still remember it so fondly . . . and emotionally.

Is that the key to happiness? Not wanting anything more than you have right now?

Later on in our discussion, talking about the future again, I said something to Joy about “what good will come out of it.”

She shook her head at me. “What good WILL come out of it?”

It took me a minute, and then I realized what she meant. “OK,” I admitted. “What good IS coming out of it.”

“Is.” she said.

Is.

Present tense.