It might be losing myself in a bookshop for half an hour, the 7 year old scoring a belter of a goal, a really good head-clearing dog walk, a hug, listening to the 9 year old perfecting a tune on the piano, a roaring fire and a snuggle on the sofa, never wanting a book to end, a perfect gin and tonic, a laugh that makes your sides ache … it could be the tiniest pocket of happiness but it’s there and it shouldn’t be overlooked.
At the end of last year I sat and reflected about 2013. It wasn’t my best year and I found that the bits that I remember most are the bad bits. It turns out that in the doldrums of life happiness can be forgotten.
On the first day of 2014 I decided to do something good for the soul. I’ve made a ‘Happiness Jar’ which sits on the windowsill in our kitchen. When something good happens we write it down and pop it in the jar.
It’s a long game, and we have to be patient, because we have to wait until the 31st of December 2014 to sit down together and read them out, as a family. I’m looking forward to that day, when we reflect and remember ALL the good things, which I hope will overshadow the bad.