Self, Family, Everything Else.
It’s been a tough couple of weeks for me.
Some joker threw a spanner in the works causing me to burn the midnight oil. This in turn put paid to any plans The Pillion and I had for mirth, merriment and travel.
That’s right, no weekend riding, no spending the day at the beach, nothing.
In spite of said spanner, I did manage to catch up with some of your fine literary and photographic works over the weekend, and there was one post in particular that caught my eye.
I’d never really thought about what makes me happy before, I’ve just sort of stumbled along, taking things as they come and tried not to stress too much about stuff.
Thinking about it, there are lots of things that make me happy, these are just a few:
- Putting both feet on the ground when I wake up in the morning.
- My family.
- A crisp spring morning just as the sun comes up.
- Riding my motorcycle.
- Fond memories from my youth.
At first glance it might appear that I’m selfish putting myself before my family.
Maybe so, but I look at it this way: If I’m no good, then I’m no good to my family. If I’m no good to my family, I’m not going to be any good to anyone else either.
Self, family, everything else.
Once the first two are squared away, everything else is a bonus… that makes me happiest.
So, what makes you happy?