Happiness is a Low Bar

You know, it’s good to stop sometimes and say, “Why?”

I have so many Musts in my life, all of them put there by me, and I never stop to think about them, they’re just things I have to do. Like get my Argh posts up by 5AM. Today, I realized it was Sunday and thought, “Oh, hell, I screwed up again.” But today for the first time, I thought, “Why?” Who cares if this goes up at 5AM; nobody’s waiting with bated breath for a happiness post. Or any Argh post. (Well, maybe, TGBT.) It’s a beautiful day, my dog is happy, the book I’m working on is going well, I have excellent friends and really nice clothes (been cleaning closets) and enough food to keep me going for a week (well, the ice cream is running low), why the hell am I blanketing all that good stuff with gloom because I missed a self-imposed deadline?

I’m safe and healthy, my family and friends are safe and mostly healthy, my dog is perfect, my writing partner has not threatened to rip our book from my hands (yet), the sun is shining, for crap’s sake, Jenny, stop raining on your own parade.

How did you lower the bar for happiness to sane levels this week?