This afternoon, I was sitting in one of my fold-out camp chairs at a local playground. I had music playing on my headphones – something I never did until recently, and now would deeply resent you if you tried to make me stop – and a favorite soda at the ready. I was knitting away at a project I’m designing myself, one which gives me great joy and with which I will struggle mightily when it comes time to part with it for its intended recipient. My son was playing on the playground, grinning reasonlessly, just happy to be there and running around and climbing. The sun was warm on my shoulders, but not so much so that I worried about overheating, sunburn, sweating, and so on.
It was a really nice, nice moment.
And I noticed just how nice it was, and appreciated it. I realized that the only way I could think of to improve the whole thing was if I was sitting on a beach, listening to the ocean, smelling the salt, and watching the boy splash and climb on the rocks. Otherwise, it was dangerously close to a perfect moment, and I was grateful.
So, what’s your bliss? What sorts of moment bring on that same lifting of the spirit and involuntary smile, just because there isn’t one of your five senses that is somehow disappointed with the status quo? Everybody needs one – or two or three. I can count times with close friends, unmentionable moments with my husband, and the feeling of an airplane just landing safely among my other personal favorites.