Some Days are More Perfect Than Others

A few years ago…  I drove down to mom’s house — about 7 hours, in good weather. And when I got there no one was home. I thought, “Darn, they finally did it… moved and left no forwarding address…”

Just kidding. They hadn’t gotten home from church yet, and I didn’t have a key to the house. But, luckily it was a nice day — beautiful blue skies, exquisite breeze coming through the yard, and I loved the sound it made as it blew through the leaves on the trees.

I sat there on the steps of the front porch for about an hour, enjoying the afternoon, the bright sun, the blue skies, the puffy white clouds… and feeling the breeze brush across my hand and caress my skin… while seeming to whisper… “Peace…”  I remember thinking, how perfect this day is… and how peaceful…

I’ve returned to that day — that porch, that feeling — in my mind, many times. I’ve a meditation CD that suggests we find our “happy place” to go to during meditation, and my happy place has been that porch, that day, that feeling… for a lot of years now. Mom’s front porch, even though she’s not there any more.

I tell you this story because everyone should have a place like that in their mind; a place you can go to during the day’s trials, to return to perfect peace, and let all the tensions of your day just drain away while you “escape the world” just long enough to breathe… to recharge.

Do you have such a place? If not, you should create one right now. Imagine it, and plant it in your psyche and use it to recharge.  And it doesn’t have to be a real place, except in your mind. You can imagine any happy place you want. YOU DESERVE IT!

So, my purpose today is to encourage you to find your happy place — your happy space — to construct and populate it in your mind with the joy you deserve… and live there for a bit. And always go back when things seem overwhelming because that place welcomes… and never corrects or criticizes you. It just absorbs you — and you, it.

Do that. You’ll be glad you did.

See you next time.

Kelvin Ringold

Born to John and Lora Ringold on October 24, 1953, grew up, went to school, graduated high school and joined the Air Force -- turned 18 in basic training. Did 20 years in the Air Force and retired in 1991. Moved to Syracuse, worked at University Hospital and retired from there at 55. During that 55 years... I learned some lessons, one of which is that LIFE is what we make it. I spend a major portion of my waking hours helping other people figure out the same thing. Life is what we make of it, and... "when you master your mindset, you master your life." That's my mission: living it, and teaching it.

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