Maybe You Are Right.

I can think of several things I'd rather do than the homework that was due today which everyone said took three or four hours.
There are two projects I need to work on.
One of which is in progress, the other I need to embark on.
There are three books I plan on reading this lent.
I need to type up cards for people.
I want to make packages and cds and arrange letters to put in the mail.



I was searching for a newspaper article of Chelsea Clinton, who I saw speak on Friday. My father saved it, but it has disappeared. In my loose pajamas I stepped outside on the deck to search the recycling bin. It was kind of cold but I made my mind get past that, and then it was just a breeze. The breeze ran through my clothes, and ruffled my shirt in the gentlest way. Everything felt smooth and soft.




My dad gave a really beautiful and philosophical speech today as he stood by the bookshelf that separates the dining room and kitchen. It gave me an idea. I'm following through already (in my head).
We can't all search for the happiness, find the happiness now, you'll find the happiness later.