Irish Happy

Have you ever heard of Irish Happy?  Probably not, as it has only existed within my mind for a few years, but I am Irish Happy! It’s that feeling you have when everything has come together in a day and nothing makes you unhappy. It’s the feeling of contentment you have while realizing that everything you did, right or wrong, has led you to this very point in time. You don’t have to be Irish to enjoy it, but it doesn’t hurt.

Many of us put off journal-ing because it requires the strong-headed-ness to stick to a project, but I think I’m ready. Every morning, I do my recipe blog, my political blog, and my nonsensical blog because they are opportunities and obligations, so why not do a blog about life in the sticks, and do it just for me?

We do not live in the mayhem of the big city, or in the chaos of a smaller city, but in the country of a wee-burg that allows us time to rest and reflect. There’s no traffic outside, no hum of neighbors fighting—well, there is the one but they don’t always fight and they live an acre and as half away, so it’s not as if we hear every word they say—it’s just peaceful. It might seem strange to say that I look forward to spring and the road runners, or to the occasional times when cows occupy the pasture across the road, and yet, it’s a delightful feeling to know that nothing major is going to interrupt the day.

Four days a week, I awaken to the pitter patter of my three grandchildren, and then Friday comes with only the grandson to put on the bus for school, and the day becomes mine. Saturdays, in the spring and summer months are mine, as well. My husband’s job is the type that requires, all sunny days to be filled with work, except the “once-in-a-while” day when it rains then it’s ours together, especially if it’s Saturday.

This morning, I arose in panic, a feeling I’m becoming accustomed too, of late. I thought it was a school day and the clock face told me there would be a bus in 10-minutes…slowly, eyes quivering in the light, I realized that the bus would not come, because it was Saturday. It’s nice to wake up panic stricken. It means there is something you have to do, whereas, the alternative is not waking up, at all, and knowing bigger things have happened as you slept.

My motto for life, “If everything is screwed up, you can have faith in the fact that you’re alive” It might seem unpleasant to some, but I rather like it. After everything is said and done, if you didn’t awaken to a pile of bills, if there is no trouble in your life, or the phone doesn’t ring, you’re probably headed for the “here-after” and I don’t know about you, but I’m in no hurry. Tomorrow can come and bring with it whatever it chooses, as long as, tomorrow comes and I’m alive to face it.

Never worry, never fret, and forget about the small stuff.