A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about the “happiness factor” – creating an active pursuit of doing the things which make me happy. This has been a conscientious activity on my part. One large element in this activity has been to simply write about things that interest me. Approaching journalling this way, instead of my historical whining about things making me unhappy and trying to figure out how to fix them, is proving to be beneficial. Add a few floor exercises in the morning as well, and life appears pretty darn nice.
I am not an especially intellectual person, nor am I spiritual or religious. Put simply, I am nothing extraordinary. What I am, though, is creative, and creativity for me involves working with my hands and with my mind and eyes. Sitting at a computer to write provides some satisfaction, but more comes from thinking and using a fountain pen and a piece of paper. I think pretty well with a pen and paper; here is something I wrote on 4/25 while drinking coffee and thinking about something I’d read about measurements:
Today I read about measuring, and how measuring shows information. Once there is information, change can follow. And following the info can be some really ugly truths. These ugly truths can also lead to more info, and more truths, and in turn, more changes.
Is change always good? Who knows. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Today, I am thinking about the last few weeks, and I can say that I have a better sense of satisfaction in my own daily life. I have felt alive rather than just in a suspended state of living, waiting for the weekend.
This has been brought about by writing every day about things I read or see or do – not what I am whining about. This approach is the key – to move from the internal tumult to the external world and experiences, and then mull them over.
This conscientious effort has produced for me a measurably increased satisfaction and overall happiness.