Cheeseburgers and makeup that doesn’t run or smear and finding out that one of my favorite shows that hasn’t been on tv for ages is now streaming on line are things that make me feel happy.
Looking back over my notebooks and blogs and seeing that I have been writing non stop for over three years makes me sit back and sigh with satisfaction- when my dog is able to problem solve on his own makes me feel the same way. I feel a sense of fulfillment.
So I think that there is a big difference between happiness and fulfillment.
Happiness is a thrill and it’s something I like to share.
Fulfillment is a feeling I like to keep to myself.
But the idea of being around people right now is sort of off putting- probably because of the Covid universe I’ve been living in since last March.
I’ve been thinking about this a lot today because I know what day it was that I guess I officially left my old world behind- I was only off of work for a month, but after I went back Seattle was for the most part shut down. So I guess I’m sort of apprehensive about that particular anniversary.
I also thought about taking some classes on line ( because everything is on line right now ). But I’m not sure I want to take writing classes because I feel like I would be starting all over again. I’ve been good about writing every day and I can see where I’ve made progress. I’m writing about topics and in genres that I wouldn’t have imagined myself writing in a few years ago.
Plus the minute I read, ” this is what I would have done ” or ” In my humble opinion ” I just shut my brain off and if there is actually any constructive criticism I’m going to miss it.
I guess I could learn something new, but I’m working on the things that matter.