He Is So Wrong

March 12, 2022

He is so wrong. My very intelligent middle-aged son is so wrong. this is unusual for me to say because, as my daughter-in-law of almost twenty years, who is also very intelligent, has mentioned over the years I have never found my son to be wrong. I think that that might be a bit of an exaggeration, but for the most part she is right. However, in this unique instance my son is so wrong. Let me explain. My son thinks that I am happy because I travel down the roads of my life saying I am happy. My son thinks I am just convincing myself of my happiness. He thinks it is mind over matter. If I don’t mind, then it doesn’t matter. Ding dong he is so wrong. Write that down in the archives of the family history. He is so wrong. I say over and over again that I am happy because I am happy. Let me say it again, I say I am happy over and over again because I am happy. I am so incredibly happy and have been so for a lot of years. I wake up happy and go to bed happy. It is not because of thinking it, it is because of appreciating all that I have and being grateful I have it. You cannot be sad if you appreciate what you have. I am a great appreciator. I also attribute my happiness to the fact that everything is a gift. I am not deserving of the gifts, I am the recipient of the gifts in my life. Everything in my life has been given to me out of love. Love is the center of everything wonderful in God’s world and in my life, because I live in God’s world. Wow. Let me repeat what I have said, my son is so wrong. My happiness is a heart thing not a brain thing. Right now at 7:56 AM. I am again so happy. I can feel my heart beating in my chest. I am aware of my breathing, and can feel the existence of my physical body from top to bottom. It is not because of my hormones going crazy, I am 74 years old, and I do not have any hormones because of a hysterectomy I had had sixteen years ago. I am again in the zone because being old is great, and because I love being alive. Everything makes sense now. I have an awareness of wow, bouncing around inside of me. It doesn’t matter what I am doing, I am happy doing it. I am especially happy right now. My son just announced to me all the things that would be going on with the people in the family today, being as it is Saturday. One grandson will be working, he is sixteen years old and has a parttime Saturday job. Then he and my son are going to watch my grandson’s best friend dance this evening. My younger grandson is going with my son to get track shoes, because track will be starting soon for the eighth graders. Then tonight he is staying over his friend’s house because it is his friend’s birthday. My daughter-in-law and I apparently have no plans. I guess we will see how that plays out. I am pretty much under house arrest because of my balance issues, and the weather is not very pleasant to be pushing my luck. So, I will be here. I guess my daughter-in-law will be here because there is worry on their part, I might fall. I am happy because my happiness is not a destination. I can be happy doing a jigsaw puzzle on the computer, making my bed of many layers, emptying the dishwasher, reading a book, taking a dictation from my spirit, writing my blog, or just sitting around smiling. Maybe I will take a shower and wash my hair. If you choose to, try the game WORDUS on the computer. I think it is a lot of fun. My happiness lives within my heart. My happiness is where ever I am. Write it in the archives of the family history. My son is so wrong. If he can get his head around what I am saying, he can go back to being right all the time. Have a most marvelous day.

Granny-o