This morning, I’ve been reflecting on how many good people I know. Reflecting in a joyous and thankful way, not a melancholy self-deprecating way. In the past, I have often said to A, because she’s the only child at home, “I don’t know why so many people are so kind to me.” And she invariably says to me “That’s because you are actually a nice person. You just don’t let yourself see it.” And she’s right, of course. As are the other children who, although away from home, do tell me, on our Zooms and messaging groups, and phone calls, that they think they couldn’t have a better father. And this morning, I’m not questioning that. Nor the fact that people do like me, and that my edges have become a lot smoother over the years, especially since I started therapy four years or so ago.
So, today, I’ll just live joy.
AGGIE’S ART OF HAPPINESS – CHAPTER 221