People tend to think that happiness is a stroke of luck, something that will descend like fine weather if you’re fortunate. But happiness is the result of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it. You have to participate relentlessly.
~ Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love
I pulled one of my grandmother’s old blue canning jars from the kitchen cupboard and, just before I went to bed, recalled the happiest moment from my day. I wrote about it on a slip of paper, folded carefully, and tossed it into the jar.
I know my happiness will quickly overflow this small receptacle so I am on the lookout for something larger. When I find it, I might even decorate it with wire and beads. In the meantime, I am off and running. Who else is in?