Baskets and Contentment

Very early this morning, my husband looked over at my stack of baskets, and then he began laughing.

“Where on earth did you get these baskets?”.

There wasn’t anything wrong with the baskets though, his curiosity was with the number of the baskets. The baskets have been there for about two months and I’m pretty sure he has been meaning to ask.

I went ahead and explained how I bought them and why. This explanation meandered and  led to us talking about some adjustments we had to do in our son SonTer’s room before he came home for the holidays. After the lengthy discussion,  I sighed and smiled and said, “I just love that boy. He’s such a contented child.”

My husband’s remark to that was one of worry. He worried that SonTer was just like he and I… and maybe the combination makes him too contented. He explained how he always worries that we are too contented… unlike how it’s expected in the world… especially these days.

I pondered on it for a while, and I asked, “…but are we happy?”.

He looked back at me, smiled, and said, “You have a good point, woman.”

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My Quest

For a long while, I’ve worried about my need for happiness.

I formulated a saying in my head “you only earnestly seek what you don’t have” and it worries me…because it implies I’m unhappy.

Am I?

I really don’t think so.

I started a happiness challenge on the 13th of May. I tagged it 100 days of happiness.

Somewhere along the line, I changed it to lifetime of happiness.

The 20th day of August would have been my 100 days…but why stop at 100?

I must say, it hasn’t been an easy challenge but I’m proud to announce that I could count with one hand the number of times I’ve let a sad moment linger too long…

…and with one finger, the number of times I’ve cried sad tears.

With intentionality as my key, I forge on.

I yearn for happiness.

And I hope that the following quote by Rumi applies; “what you seek is seeking you”.