Happy, What makes you happy?

(I am old, so I use that as an excuse. Did I tell you the cubed steak dinner went great. The cube steak was very tender. I used advice from some of you guys and from the net. we ‘cooked’ Bojangles biscuits to go with it!)

So What makes you happy? Very complicated question.  Because it is sometimes hard to decide if it is happiness, satisfaction, peace or just plain relief.

We all have tough decisions to make, even the folks we don’t like or are ‘not real crazy about’ (is that just a southern term?)

Shirl just added to an e-mail, “Be nice to the folks you meet, you do not know what they are dealing with?”  something like that. It is the same type QUOTE used by Mel @ “Honey I’m home”

I think in today’s rushed society, families with children back home, children who have never left home, etc, happiness is ‘relative’.  Happiness is a combination of the terms above: satisfaction, peace or just plain RELIEF.

The word STRESS has been used and thrown around many times loosely methinks.  I smile as I think of a statement that came back to me from Friend Fred, while we were visiting him at his place in the hills he calls ‘Pumzika’ which is Swahili for ‘You Rest’. 

We were talking about getting lost in the mountains, and how the pioneers were able to know where they were. Fred said, “Davy Crockett was asked once if he was ever lost, his answer was, ‘No, never. However I have been bewildered for a few days at times.’”

Lost, bewildered, stress, troubles, problems, etc, seem to rob us of HAPPINESS.  When one thing is heavy on our minds it is very easy to lose prospective of how BLESSED we are, and something ‘wicked’ steals our happiness, intrudes in our thoughts at night to keep us awake. Sometimes it requires the extra drink, pill or sleeping elixir.

With this ‘one thing bugging us’(what ever it is) we lose our perspective of the good things we have, we forget to ‘Count our Blessings’.

Bing Crosby sang Irving Berlin’s song about that:

            

When I'm worried and I can't sleep
I count my blessings instead of sheep
And I fall asleep
Counting my blessings

When my bankroll is getting small
I think of when I had none at all
And I fall asleep
Counting my blessings

I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds

If you're worried and you can't sleep
Just count your blessings instead of sheep
And you'll fall asleep
Counting your blessings

I can hear that song in my head, blessings make us happy. But I, like many of you, allow ONE thing to steal those thoughts that make us happy.  So I am going to bed now, and count my blessings.

Thanks for coming this way,

Nite Shipslog

PS:
Forgetting the good is actually easy, because we are as humans are prone to the negative, The Sky is falling. Each of us have more than 90% of the rest of the world. We always have blessings to count.

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Or this:

‘55 Ford convertible.

Or this: