There is no such thing as happiness; but there is a satisfaction to be gained from doing important work. There is a contentment from knowing you are in the right place, doing what you are supposed to be doing.
This morning, I woke up to this:
There is no way the first dappled rays of autumn can ever be caught on a cheap camera phone, but I hope that you all (in the northern hemisphere) are being treated to a similar display of the low long tendrils of the morning sunshine illuminating your autumnal palette in just as beautiful a fashion as here on the barracks.
Doing important work means important to you. You don't have to be saving the planet or a tree frog or an identity. But if you are, or if you are doing something, no matter how small, which is important to you, and brings you satisfaction, then the world incrementally becomes a better place.
The best way to improve the world is to be true to yourself.
I woke up today and, for the first time in a long time, felt exactly suited.
Word of the day: copacetic
Animal of the day: the laughing pig:
This is still the blog of the Happy Doomer. This is a paradox for another time. :)