Living Happiness

Since my last post five months ago, I’ve made many attempts to sit down, put fingers to keys, and draw out for you again the world as I know it – especially now that I’m an old married lady – but I’ve had little success.

In the last days and weeks, though, quite a few of you have come banging on my proverbial door again and demanded to know when I’m going to come out and play. It’s happened enough times now, in fact, that I can no longer pretend to not hear you and must, instead, uncover my hands from my ears and answer the door. But please know one thing: I may not have been playing with you, but I have been playing. Just … differently.

I am a believer that there are times to think and times to do: there is a time and a season to everything. And for the past five or however many months, I have been content to just do, to live my life as it is rather than sit and think (and write) about it.

In these months, I have begun learning Greek, taken on extra online classes, started making new friends, and finally gotten back into the gym. I have read new books, tried out new recipes, and visited new places. I have been living.

I think it is easy for those of us in the blog world to forget to do this. We spend hours preparing our blog pages, finding our images, writing our posts, responding to readers, Twittering, Facebooking, Digging and Stumbling … but what about all the hours we lose when we could be having a coffee with a friend, going on a date with our partner, discovering a new favorite haunt, reading a new favorite book, or finally taking the dance classes we’ve always wanted or learning Italian?

In the five months that I’ve “been away,” I’ve had a birthday:

hosted my first “married” Thanksgiving:

discovered an ancient temple:

and danced in the streets for Carnivale.

I have been living my life … and experiencing much joy in the process.

Om shanti. Namaste.
It’s very good to see you again.