In much the same way that badness engenders more badness, happiness creates more happiness.
…and sex creates more sex.
This is something I have been getting a lot of experience with lately.
Sex or happiness? Never mind that.
It’s like a vicious circle, only it isn’t vicious, it’s happy. Well, except the sex, which is only vicious if it is being done properly. Which it is. Of course. It’s also happy.
Does that make me viciously happy?
I don’t know. Vicious sex wasn’t really my point.
Anyway, I can’t breathe due to newly acquired seasonal allergies, so I may not be tracking very well at the moment. There could be an agenda here which I have forgotten. It wouldn’t even be the first time I forgot an agenda mid blog post.
Oh. My point? My point is that I am really happy right now. Work is still a cluster fuck. I’m having surgery in a few days which will alter my life permanently. My house needs to be cleaned. My car needs an oil change. I need to have bark dust put down in my yard. My cat needs to go to the vet. Life is messy and somewhat overwhelming. It doesn’t keep me from being happy.
I recognize that I have some challenges and keep smiling.
The happier I am, the happier I get. It’s a happy circle. Happiness circle. What would you call that? It should have a name.
If my theory about happy circles proves to be true, I may start shooting rainbows out of orifices any minute now. If that happens, I hope someone gets a photo for me.