Contentment comes quietly

Some days the bliss arrives unexpectedly and by the simplest means of transportation. Today is like that. My house is still a scary mess, my kid still won’t listen to me or help dry the dishes after telling her 14 times, and I’m still not sure how I’m paying the mortgage this week.

And yet I just did a systems check and found that they are all ‘Go’ and the atmosphere is relaxed with a forecast of hope. Amazing. How did this happen, and more importantly how long will it last?

Work is good right now. I’m busy on our current project and it’s even feeding my creativity which isn’t always possible at a newspaper. You’re constantly reminded that your brilliance – whether it’s a well-written story or eye-catching ad – is bound for the recycle bin within days of its culmination. But I enjoy my job and my boss gave me a big hug on Thursday to let me know she enjoys me too. Bliss.

It’s been a great summer break for my daughter due to a set schedule of family and activities. She needs that structure – hell, we both do. She’s discovered a passion for horses and her toy versions have opened up a social life for her at summer care. Girls and horses: you can’t go wrong. Bliss.

But as school approaches faster than I would have believed, I wanted her to work on some writing skills. Reading I’m not worried about, she’s as bad as I am. So I challenged her with a reward if she writes a page in her notebook journal each day until school begins in a few weeks. By the next day she had several pages of an exciting story where wild horses are captured. Granted, it’s one long, red-ink, run-on sentence and the word captured is spelled differently each time it appears, but SHE’S WRITING! Bliss.

There are other little things like my online community of friends, or as I like to think of it, the coolest damn quilting bee (minus the quilt) ever. The conversation was flowing last night like a rich, red zin among women who ‘get’ me and each other. One of them even thanked me this week for supporting her writing, while another read my fanfic story and reviewed it so enthusiastically I got a little choked up. Bliss.

The birth of this little guy at the Virginia Zoo this week only added to my bliss. I looooove giraffes!

So it’s a hot Saturday afternoon and I just finished the dishes, accompanied by all my favorite songs on my iPod. There may or may not have been wild, carefree dancing involved. The kid still won’t help, there’s still no extra money floating around for luxuries like water and electricity, and I just read that the Republicans and Democrats still won’t work together (assholes), and yet…

Bliss.

If I was a character in one of my own stories and I was this obliviously content, I’d probably walk out the door and get hit by a bus or taken out by a sniper.

Taking a deep breath, the character decides to risk it in search of more bliss. Reaches for door knob.

Go find yours today. It’s probably closer than you think.

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12 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Abigail
    Jul 30, 2011 @ 16:20:23

    You, of all people, deserve to have an unending amount of bliss I’m your life!

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  2. Katherine
    Jul 30, 2011 @ 16:27:47

    I love times like these where life’s death grip eases up a little & you can enjoy the simple things. You deserve more than a little bit of bliss, dear. Enjoy.

    PS–That baby giraffe is still making me smile. He’s my iPad wallpaper.

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  3. dangrdafne
    Jul 30, 2011 @ 19:45:43

    Having a friend like you, bliss.
    Reading about another’s happiness, bliss.

    Thank you for sharing this little part of your life and bringing a smile to my face when I am feeling quite sad about my best friend’s father. But on that note I would add – knowing my best friend’s father, bliss.

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  4. Sue
    Jul 31, 2011 @ 08:43:11

    Isn’t it cool how that bliss (or as I call it, peace) can find you in the midst of seeming chaos? It’s a reminder to me that appearances don’t mean much. Things can seem “a mess”, but if we have that bliss in us, and we can pause to be grateful for it, we are ok. Thanks for this reminder. Your writing is a gift (to you and to us.)

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  5. Maggi
    Jul 31, 2011 @ 12:07:29

    Enjoy bliss while it lasts (may it last a good long time). We often forget to be grateful for the little things in life. Your post is a great reminder to those who lose sight of life’s blessings.

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  6. The Hook
    Dec 01, 2011 @ 07:08:24

    “If I was a character in one of my own stories and I was this obliviously content, I’d probably walk out the door and get hit by a bus or taken out by a sniper.”
    We all feel this way! Nicely done.

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