Exercising your happiness muscle

I believe happiness is always ours. What I mean by that is that it’s always there, lurking in the background, but sometimes for some of us, it’s been so covered up with sadness and the circumstances of life we’ve forgotten it exists for us, always. As I was wandering around my local village on my morning dog walk with The Beeble and Pip today it occurred to me happiness is a bit like a muscle that needs exercising; you know like the ones around our middle we can’t see but know if they were stronger or firmer our waist might be a little trimmer. Last week I was up around Chester and when I got back I realised I’d done lots of little things that in and of themselves may not mean much but added together are evidence of a good life, one that when I reflect on it, is happy the majority of the time. I realised I’d spent a day exercising my happiness muscle. In no particular order: I was able to find a gift my mother wanted to give my sister really easily – much more easily than anticipated. I visited a little coffee shop and sat quietly listening to the buzz of conversation around me, but without engaging mentally. I walked down to the river and visited the park, something I hadn’t done for many years. As I walked I remembered trips on boats on the river with various friends and boyfriends as a teenager, then getting up to all sorts of mischief in the park. Going up on to the walls to get back to my car was a trip down memory lane an...
Source: The Hysterectomy Association - Category: OBGYN Authors: Tags: Happiness stillness Source Type: news