Baljeet, a friend of mine from yesteryear, sent me an email today with the subject line “Be Happy Today”. It was one of those ‘chain mail’ jobbies that tries to draw you out of your cynical self and ‘spread a little happiness’ amongst your email friends. It worked!
There is no better time than right now to be happy. Happiness is a journey,
not a destination. So work like you don’t need money, love like you’ve never
been hurt, and, dance like no one’s watching.
…is how the last paragraph ends … ahhhh!
The only problem is that I’ve always danced like there’s no one watching; even if there had been anybody watching they would soon have stopped. In fact, they may even have been tempted to take out a court injunction against me forbidding me to dance anywhere near a built up area… but I digress.
Actually it’s not just because of that email that I’m feeling happy today – it’s just that today is a good day. Not only is the weather in beautiful Brum, (and I’m not being sarcastic, you cynics), bright and mild, the world at large seems just that little bit better. India and Pakistan are sort of talking to each other, (how long before an Indian Cricket team plays in Pakistan I wonder – that’s the real test), there’s the chance of some sort of movement in the Israel Palestine road map talks, (it’s easy to get cynical about it’s likely outcome but I shall resist). A well recieved report about Asylum Seekers came out yesterday and despite the media hysteria, succinctly pointed out by soliloquist, it does seem to be an honest appraisal of the problems and thus a step towards a resolution, (perhaps… ooooh! that little cynic in my head again… evil imp begone!)
Even more good news, my nephew, Ismail, was four yesterday, (I gave him a football … well I say football it was more like a beachball… well I say beachball it was actually the size of a minor planet but he loved it anyway). His [my nephew’s] mom passed her driving test today, (hurray!), so not only do I get some mishti this evening I shall no longer have to be the one to rescue my brother from garage forecourts when his car won’t start, (not that I minded… really!).
But the ‘clincher’ for this joyous day, for me at least, was the letter of confirmation from Screen West Midlands, telling me that I am officially on this year’s Digital Shorts Training Placement scheme.
I’m happy… hope you’re happy too.