What is happiness? Is it a fleeting moment of pleasure or when things go our way? Is it a consistent feeling that happens everyday without thought? How would you describe your happiness? How is it achieved?
For me, happiness feels more like fleeting moments. In other times, either I’m consumed with what I call life…work, family, and other thoughts or actions that require my attention. When I do feel happy, it’s usually when I’m relaxed and doing something that makes me feel good. Like being able to sleep until my heart’s content and wake up feeling relaxed and refreshed. Or sitting in the park writing about the creative and imaginative things that come to mind. It’s even in the times when I travel to new places or experiences encountered. Overall, when I assess the happy moments of my life they have been ones that were the simplest. No huge parade of things. Just time enjoying peace and people who I love and care about.
What’s your happiness?
XOXO, Melanie Dawnn
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Before nighttime fell, Felicia’s husband, Ted, had already called everyone to find out the whereabouts of his wife. He had overlooked the note on the kitchen table until he ventured to find dinner for the kids. For the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why she would leave. Didn’t he provide for his family? Didn’t he love her the way she wanted and needed? How could she do this? Feeling a sense of anger form in his gut, Ted retreated to the den to let off steam.
On the way down the hallway, the doorbell rang. It was Felicia’s parents. Both had worried, yet grim expressions on their faces. Opening the door, Ted tried to greet his in-laws, but both Sarah and Pete cut into him from the start. How could he not take care of their baby? What kind of husband was he that his wife would go missing? What was happening in that home where they were left in the dark? There were so many questions, and not enough answers. All retreated to the living room to figure out what to do. After sitting a few minutes in silence, all agreed to call the police to file a missing person report. Continue reading “What Do We Do Now?”
Felicia Wilfred Johnson is the oldest child of Pete and Sarah. From the moment she was born, she didn’t give her parents any trouble. She barely cried, slept through the night, and seemed to “use” the bathroom at the most convenient of times and with very little smell. Pete and Sarah doted on her. Of course, as more children were born, this meant that time had to be divided amongst the brood. She didn’t complain. Just accepted the situation.
As Felicia grew into a beautiful, young woman, her parents had insinuated what college to attend, who she should date, and what she should do with her life and in what timeframe. Felicia felt the pressure, but never said anything because she did not want to disappoint her parents. She was unhappy, but thought her parents knew best. At the age of 43, all of that changed.
Continue reading “Turning Point”