frenetic is my pace. My instinct is to charge, to not just 'honk" but to lay with all my might on the horn, dictating to the lady and any unfortunate observers that I am in a hurry. Don't you see??
Because of personal situations, a lot of people are unhappy, both at work and at life.
Fear is rampant starting with the economy and the divisiveness of the country:
red vs. blue, liberal vs. conservative, American vs. everyone else, rich vs.
poor, middle class vs. middle class...the list goes on.
How wonderful it would be to at least find some joy at work. Some ways to dig through the tragic garden of suffering, blame, litigation, fear and persecution (self-imposed or otherwise) and find happiness
in your job. That joy would undoubtedly spill over onto the long commute home, where little old ladies in green Buicks would just warrant a patient smile and a deep breath, where an opposing view on Facebook would warrant a chuckle or a sigh and no more. Where dinner with your family would be peaceful and happy and not a microwaved meal in front of the latest reality show.
Finding joy at work could fulfill us in so many additional areas of our lives.
Perhaps we would simply be happy all the time.
Perhaps we would simply be happy.
Perhaps we would simply be.
We could start a revolution.