No longer afraid of happiness
It could be simple to find happiness if your demands are low. To sleep a whole night and wake up when you are fully rested, that is a gift. After working the morning shift for four days I’m starting to think you could get happy just from experiencing that.
I used to say that it wasn’t happiness I was after, that being happy made you content, made you stop your endeavours. I didn’t want that, I wanted to push on, break new ground, create. Maybe I got it all mixed up. Happiness, my way, might be a part of the process. I’m fairly happy about what I’m doing this fall, the courses I’m taking. The workload is big, but the payback is big as well. The texts I’ve written are piling up.
It’s just after eight in the morning and it looks like it’s going to be a lovely day. The sun is colouring Skarpnäck i red and green, with an autumn tinge of orange. The grass, where the sun hasn’t yet reached it, bear signs of the first frost. The sky has a veil of clouds so thin that at first sight it looks all blue. But there are strokes in it, like from a pencil.
Today I’ll make the finishing touches to the new issue of Frostwriting, which will be out in a few days. I’ll let you know – there are a lot of great texts in it (none of which I have written, this time).
I like where I’m living, and what I’m doing with my life right now. There, a line that might even suggest I am happy.