Call me Ishmael.
Call me exhausted.
I've been working all day, and now I'll be teaching all night. It's that time of year when the grading piles up. I won't be seeing daylight for a while. It's all red pens and papers for me. This evening, I'll be listening to student presentations for about three hours.
I have no news to report on the job front. It feels like I'm in an airplane, circling a runway, waiting for clearance. I'm not sure what the future holds. Guess I'm doomed to just keep circling until I either get permission to land or run out of fuel. Either way, I'll end up on the ground.
I've been thinking a lot about happiness today. What makes me happy. What makes me joyful. What fills me with contentment. On Monday, I finished an essay that I'd been working on for about a month. I was happy with the final product. So was my editor. That filled my cup to the brim yesterday. I was overflowing with gratitude.
Tonight, I'll be happy around 9 p.m. when I can walk out to my car, drive home, and put on my pajamas. Be done with the day. On the way home, I'll listen to a podcast I recently discovered. It's called 'Tis the Podcast, and it's about Christmas movies and television specials. That will bring me a great deal of happiness, as well.
Ultimately, it's the simple blessings in life that really make the difference.
Saint Marty just ate a brownie. Simple blessing. Big happiness.
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