It’s too bad that happiness as a concept is suspect. Because
ultimately there’s nothing more important in life than figuring
out how to be happy. I woke up this morning wondering if just
saying the word "happy" could make you happy. I’m not talking
about being in the middle of a period of deep grief. I mean on an
ordinary day, when nothing awful has happened if you woke up
in the morning and thought I am happy, would it affect the day
I’ve been trying it out today. And here’s a painting I did. I was
thinking not just happy, but extremely happy thoughts about how
amazingly beautiful spring flowers are. Yes I do have a thing for
And as one of my former bosses used to say -- here's
the thing. I have two pots of pansies that are growing. We bring
them in when it gets cold. To keep growing pansies have to be
picked every day! Yes. So that means there are always new
subjects for paintings.
Have a loving your life day.