It’s the International Day of Happiness today. Even the mere fact we do have the Day of Happiness makes me happy. Well, I am easy to please. The last few months have been a bit challenging (my Mum has been diagnosed with cancer) and I have been trying to keep myself occupied to minimise the impact of my own thoughts. I believe it’s not the circumstances that make us sad-it’s our brains interaction with them, the way we process and explain the reality. I try and focus on ‘counting my blessings’- and I am truly blessed with people who love me (not the easiest task in the world), my pets and so many other tiny aspects of my life I sometimes overlook.
My newest source of happiness is making things. It’s surprising, as for the great majority of my life I wasn’t a maker. I think, plan, analyse-but not do. Maybe I needed to mature to understand the seemingly insignificant activities can make you proud-and happy.
My therapeutic sewing can also make others happy. I sew collars and harnesses for charities and I’m over the moon when I see another proud rescue wearing something I have made. My insomnia is turned into something material, real, something good.
My sewing room is not my woman’s cave, however. It’s constantly invaded by all my pets minus George -one of the snakes. The finches are there as it’s the sunniest room in the house. They also really enjoy the sound of me sewing. They compete with it, their singing drowning out even the industrial sewing machine’s humming. The cats simply love having naps on the shelves, buried in the most expensive fabric. The dogs just enjoy being where I am. Sleeping or demanding attention (Lily) or being disruptive and hyperactive (Brian).
So, my happy room is a place where I can be in my world, surrounded by love, too busy to think. And I can make someone happy-as I intend to today, too.