Inner peace. I’ve been experiencing a lot of fear and grief-y feelings after my husband left for an unexpected work trip for several weeks. Being alone with a toddler in a new town/home is definitely rocking my sense of safety and security but I’m reminding myself of my inner reserve of strength and joy that is not dependent on outside circumstances. When the world doesn’t feel safe “out there” happiness is inner peace. 💗
As a writer you felt compelled to write but maybe the concept can’t be conveyed in words, albeit yellow words. I think you were on the right track with the colour. How about a yellow blob radiating out - thinning to nothing? Or with a wavy border? Not a sun. Just a feeling.
Happiness is: An internal wellspring of joy and gratitude that sometimes manifests itself in dance, or ear-to-ear smiling, or champagne toasts, or sloppy kisses, or ecstatic yelps, or sometimes even in exuberant scrawls with a yellow crayon. Oh, also in happiness-focused substack posts.
Inner peace. I’ve been experiencing a lot of fear and grief-y feelings after my husband left for an unexpected work trip for several weeks. Being alone with a toddler in a new town/home is definitely rocking my sense of safety and security but I’m reminding myself of my inner reserve of strength and joy that is not dependent on outside circumstances. When the world doesn’t feel safe “out there” happiness is inner peace. 💗
Happiness is gratitude for good moments, good friends, good views and colors— like yellow crayons!
As I remember it--and hope I'm not foggy--happiness is defined at a life's end ... Love what you're doing.
As a writer you felt compelled to write but maybe the concept can’t be conveyed in words, albeit yellow words. I think you were on the right track with the colour. How about a yellow blob radiating out - thinning to nothing? Or with a wavy border? Not a sun. Just a feeling.
Happiness is: An internal wellspring of joy and gratitude that sometimes manifests itself in dance, or ear-to-ear smiling, or champagne toasts, or sloppy kisses, or ecstatic yelps, or sometimes even in exuberant scrawls with a yellow crayon. Oh, also in happiness-focused substack posts.
I laughed at the bit where you didn’t even care enough to write the whole phrase.
Happiness for me is realizing how much I appreciate my experience of life. Figuring out how to be pleased with what is here, now.