Have you ever had a secret compartment open up in an ordinary moment and suddenly you realize how deliriously happy you are?
It hit me like a bolt of lightening at 6 a.m. as I sat in my beloved red recliner with my electric lap blanket and Lucky Dawg tucked in beside me. I had my inspirational books and a big cup of green tea (which I’m finally beginning to enjoy.)
Suddenly a feeling of total contentment and unbridled joy washed over me. I realized – maybe for the first time in my life – that I was exactly where I was supposed to be. I was copacetic and content and yes, even a little ecstatic. (And no, I’m not even on Percocet any longer.)
There was absolutely no explanation for the sudden rush of bliss but I have a sneaky suspicion it can be a by-product of facing harsh circumstances or a life threatening illness which forces you to find a way to create value in ordinary days.
I’ve been reading some works of Viktor Frankl who believed that suffering can be used as a springboard for living deeper, better, and more fully. “Saying yes to life in spite of everything,” is how the holocaust survivor put it in his book “Man’s Search for Meaning.”
Of course, life will intrude on my reverie soon enough, so I’m going to sit really still and see if I can’t hold onto the good feelings throughout the day.