This statement isn’t going to blow your mind – in fact, it may not even wheeze on it to any significant degree.
But I think I’m content.
That’s no small thing – not in today’s societal stew of selfishness, intolerance and deranged one-upmanship.
Serve that broth with lashings of corporate-sponsored envy, a side order of sour grapes and then over-salt the whole thing with sensory-deadening threats wafting from every orifice.
Suddenly the dish is less appetising than Piers Morgan in a candy-floss thong.
So why am I content?
Why am I even – on occasion – happy? Continue reading “Don’t worry about being happy – feeling okay is good enough”