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It was cold today and I had several outside chores.  Not my favorite sort of chores. By that I mean they weren’t chores I dreamed up, but rather they were chores Lynne wanted done.  Now I probably should mention that after 35 years of marriage I’ve discovered that if I do what Lynne asks me to do fast enough I think it was my idea. Well today that plan, which I’m usually fine with, wasn’t working so well because the tasks at hand took longer than I thought they should, had more frustrations than I deemed reasonable, and worse, no one was applauding my every move and mentioning that I clearly must be an angel walking on earth,  Poor baby, I was grumping around moving trailers out of snow drifts, getting stuck, and wondering why this was so important it couldn’t wait until spring….of 2012…And then it dawned on me that I was on a mission to be happy , right, and at that precise moment I wasn’t happy.  In fact, I would dare ANYONE at that moment, in my place, to be happy.    Then came a thought: Just accept this. Quit fighting it so hard.  If you turned just ten percent of your muttering energy into something useful you’d probably be done by now.  Besides, if you were breathing this hard for this long at a fitness center you’d think you were getting a great work out.

So, I did just that.  I accepted my chores for what they were and kept forging ahead and low and behold moments later Lynne came outside and said, “Wow, look at how great you’re doing…This turned out to be a bigger deal than I thought, but you’re my hero.”  I translated “hero” into “angel walking on earth”, patted myself on the back and worked twice as hard, because, well, I’m just that kind of guy.

Before  she went back in the house she kissed me. It was one of those kisses that reminded me of this date we had back in….forgive me.  Too much information.  I know, I know.   But I’m not makin’ this up.  She kissed me in the snow and said dinner would be ready soon.  After the chores were completed I entered the kitchen which was  filled with the smell of  After Christmas HomemadeTurkey Soup and savory corn muffins.  The pot was huge.  There was  enough soup to feed Africa, and the muffins were the perfect compliment.  She threw in something that gave them a southwest kick and I sort of inhaled them. I love soup in the winter, but I particularly loved THIS soup, and THESE muffins, and how happy I was not being out in the snow doing chores that weren’t even my idea. We have a painting in the entry of our log house that say, “we tend to seek happiness, when happiness is actually a choice.”  And there, in our kitchen, with that soup and those muffins it was an easy choice in that moment to be truly happy.

But did I mention the part about the kissing?

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  • Comment by Brandy — January 5, 2010 @ 10:39 pm

    You crack me up Michael! I am excited to follow you this year in your endeavor.

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