Knock at the Door
As the sun sets on the first day of 2011, inner reflection sets in. There is nothing more thought-provoking than watching a beautiful sky fill with colors of velvet shades of violet, gold, peach and splashes of teal. The first day of a new year. I guess I should be happy I woke this morning; to live another day, but how cliché. With great intentions of doing something to please me and “make happy” to myself and or others, I fall short by forcing the event.
After a vigorous walk with my dog, (who is often confused for a small pony) I was anything but pleased. Tired, sore and exhausted from being dragged by a 130 pound beast of energy, for a mere twenty-five minutes, I returned home to rest. Harley, my dog, a mix of German Shepard and black lab, has been my companion since he was born 10 years ago. Although I could tell he was happy, ecstatic about the walk; I was not. As his head was buried deep in his water dish, lapping up all five quarts of water, there was a knock at my door.
This was to be moment of “happy”. I opened my door to my best friend, Annie. I was immediately glad, I had not seen her since before Christmas. We sat, talked, watched a movie (Sweeney Todd with Johnny Depp) and played a few rounds poker. As Annie was commenting on her hand, speaking a pearl of wisdom, “…never bluff, when your opponent has the wining hand”, my mind processed, as I giggled at her comment. “It’s me”, I thought, “Annie came to my door to be spend time with me”. This, made me happy today!
Annie and I concluded our visit with a chicken Katsu dinner from our local take out, Aloha Hawaiian Barbecue . If you are ever in the neighborhood, try it.
So lesson learned. I can not force happy, I need to see it and appreciate it for what it is. Makes me wonder what tomorrow brings and eager for the day to begin.