15-01-2022, 09:14 AM
I am inspired by a farcebook pic of a bronze plague attached to a wall on a street in Exeter, that said 'I don't like text in art but walking along this street holding the hand of the girl I loved was the happiest I have ever been'. It made me think about 'happiest' moments, and I think I have had more than one, and there may still be room for a few more.
Being in love and married to the most incredible man, hearing my child tell me I was her favourite person, several times each of my parents gave me some serious heartfelt praise, a couple of rather glorious day trips when I had my road bikes, and getting that hard won bit of paper that was so important back then, but not so much now. Those are some of mine.
These days perhaps contentment is a better place to be, but I wonder about your happiest moments - are they as precious and yet as ordinary as mine, or are they the enormous peaks of achievement we are sometimes told we should aim for?
Being in love and married to the most incredible man, hearing my child tell me I was her favourite person, several times each of my parents gave me some serious heartfelt praise, a couple of rather glorious day trips when I had my road bikes, and getting that hard won bit of paper that was so important back then, but not so much now. Those are some of mine.
These days perhaps contentment is a better place to be, but I wonder about your happiest moments - are they as precious and yet as ordinary as mine, or are they the enormous peaks of achievement we are sometimes told we should aim for?