Sunday Morning Secrets to Happiness

I am in a particular state of being right now. One that is transcendent and one that, I fear, based on past experience, shall fade.

It is a little early. 6.30. But it is a Sunday and Sundays begin later than the other days. The morning birds are singing, and it is still the first rays of sunshine that light the overgrown hedge that dominates my vista.

I pause this writing now, to make myself a coffee ..

Circumstances that contribute (or perhaps “conspire” is a better word) to my present state include:

• That my phone battery died in the night and so my morning did not begin with falling into one of the many techno-socio mind-pits on offer therein
• Being alone, both right now and also last night;
  It would be difficult I think to overstate the value, to the psyche and the soul of a working parent in the thick of mid-life, of some absolute solitude

And at this point in my writing I’ll disclose that my while my original intention was to list more of the facilitating conditions of this state, upon beginning the list and contemplating further I feel that perhaps just these 2 suffice.

… or perhaps one more;

The weight of obligations and the juggling of far more things than one human, surely, can or should need to…