reasons to be happy

Yesterday was Ben’s and my 3-year anniversary. I made him supper: salmon tartar, steamed vegetables & salad, and ice cream with fudge brownies for desert. Nothing extraordinary. I also slightly transformed our living room/office into a green (his favourite colour) love shack and there offered him an auditory experience. I had picked up Jeck, Yoshihide and Tétrault’s “Invisible Architecture #1,” a voyage in itself. The night before we went to see Wilde’s The Importance of being Ernest, which was playing at the Saidye Bronfman Centre. I had never seen any of his plays performed. I much enjoyed it.

Today, I feel like I have so much to say, so much of which I don’t feel like sharing here.

What I will say is what I would like to know: what makes people happy? What makes you happy? Where do you find your sense of accomplishment? Is that even a priority of yours? How much of that comes from work, i.e. what pays your rent?

I wish more people read my blog so that I could actually get some answers. In the meanwhile, my question is “out there.” I throw it out into space and hope for a few answers to shower down on me some way or another.