
Over the past several days I have returned to journaling. Â (Of course, I am using my new pen!) Â Instead of crying about my problems, wah-wah-wah, I decided to approach it differently. Â I decided to write about my more intellectual and artistic ideas and pursuits, to set out plans for creativity, and to take action. Â In and of itself, writing is a creative process that brings a level of satisfaction and contentment that just existing does not.
The “happiness factor” is a key element to life. Â Being dissatisfied is a great motivator, but I think the “pursuit of happiness” is better. Â Thus, analyzing what produces happiness for me has really been helpful. Â My free time – time when I can actually think and do things – is not 7 days a week. Â Because I have very long workdays, I can merely function half the week. Â This means doing the things life requires, like working, and then coming home, eating dinner, going to bed and getting up to do it all over again. Â However, there is a small window of time in the morning, and a small window after work, and using these productively does produce a sense of happiness. Â What activities does this entail?
In the morning, I enjoy reading the news and looking through blogs as I drink my morning coffee. Â Most mornings I spend writing for about 15 minutes, not whining, but thinking. Â Sometimes I edit photos. Â In the evening, I am lucky as dinner is on the table. Â Some news, some reading, some socializing, some TV – whatever.
The “doing” is helpful. Â Creativity. Â Writing. Â Thinking. Â Planning. Â I looked back over the past 5 days and analyzed my feelings, my sense of happiness, my sense of satisfaction, and by doing all these things, I realized I have felt happier over the last 5 days than I have for some time. Â I have given purpose and meaning, conscientiously, to a rather tight existence. Â Saturday, too, I have plans: Â a first-time with a local meetup writing group.
Too many times we simply flutter day to day. Â I do not want to live like that. Â Mortality is for real, and I want to enjoy the time left on my road before it is gone.



