happiness is...

it was someone's
birthday
(no, they didn't get
a puppy or a kitty)

When I was in primary school, each year group had singing once a week.  As far as I could tell, the main point of singing was to prepare for assembly, which we also had once a week.  Mr. Harrison, our principal, has an annual cycle for his weekly address to us, so by the time I was in Year 6, I was very familiar with his plate tectonics assembly, his didgeridoo show-and-tell and his candle in a sealed jar experiment.  Okay, I am getting a little side-tracked here.  Anyway, one of the songs we used to sing in assembly was, 'Happiness Is' and some of it went something like this:

happiness is... happiness is...

different things to different people

that's what happiness is

to a sailor, it's the sea-sea-sea

to my mother, why it's me-me-me

to a baker, it's lots and lots of dough

to a racer, it's the GPO

As fun as that song is to sing (the baker bit makes me giggle), I've realised over the past two days that it's wrong.  Happiness isn't always doing and having the things you love, it can also be loving the things that you don't.  It can be something you choose.