Anyone who really knows me knows that I am not a happy person. I enjoy the finer things of life, but I would not say that the natural movement of my soul is towards happiness. I am a bottom-feeder, lurking and relishing the murkiness of daily life, enjoying the mystery of the mud with a smirk. Who knows what shock may emerge from the gloom? Not I – and that is the fun of it.
And yet, with my cynical, feeble, reptilian eyes, I do love to see Goodness – yes, with a capital “G” – and Beauty. I may not be a hopeful salamander, but I like it when I see it.
A rather distressing thought occurred to me yesterday: The world has too many Puddleglums in it, and I feel in order to maintain the illusion of my own idiosyncrasies, I must evolve or die.
And so, I present to you my new exercise: 100 days of gratefulness. In all likelihood, I shall fail miserably at it. There’s really no point at all in starting, yet start I will.
Today, I am grateful for good laughs. My coworker has a phenomenal laugh – hearing him from the desk next to mine always brings a reflexive grin to my face. It’s nice to be reminded that I can have fun while learning to become good at something.