For some reason, I was in a nostalgic mood today. I was thinking back to when in my life I experienced a kind of pure happiness. There were many times when I was happy but there are a couple that rise to the top of the list.
- Month in France with families
- Italy trip with family
- And last summers Otis West 2012
I’m not saying these were the only times I was happy. Or that other experiences weren’t their equals.
What am I saying? I’m saying that they were times where I was proud of myself for what I did. Things were just flowing. I wasn’t second guessing myself for the most part. There were extended stretches of time where I could just be myself.
It’s so rare for me. I think it must be for everyone but I don’t know.
Otis West is not in first place for only one reason – it was just a week of everyone. It wasn’t quite long enough to edge out those other ones. The overlap time with John, Michelle, Christine, Doug, and Tricia – and of course the kids – did add to it for me.
One thing that I’m learning is duration does matter. Maybe it’s like Al Franken says, “when I was kid, there was no quality time. Just quantity.”
I have been to France before. And those were good times too. However, the time with Dad was the best.
I’m sure someone will say to me, “what about …” and they might be right.
Thanks everyone for helping me make that happen.
