The Wishbone Alphabet – an experiment, of course, with attitude, life and the eponymous soup.
There are several ‘Happy Cartographer’ postings on this blog, which form a chronological revisiting of old diary entries, an attempt to work out how I manage to be happy most of the time- not in a skippy clappy sickly way, more kindly calmly lightly eccentric. A natural inclination that I have purposefully sought to develop (see the Happy Cartographer page above for more explanation, if you like, or look up previous Happy Cartographer postings.)
Misery worked for Philip Larkin, but I prefer the daffodils.
Here I am, in 1994, thinking I’ve got it sorted, buzzing with some youthful enthusiasm, blooming into adulthood. This is not a random outburst, I had been deliberately working on choosing to be happy. I think it was around this time that I wrote my first ‘Happy Things List,’ just a simple compilation of things that cheer me up- going for a walk, climbing a tree (yes, grown ups can climb trees,) wearing lipstick, having a bubbly bath, anything that involves glitter. The list hasn’t changed that much, and it still works, mainly because I want it to. I included the April entry to balance the March bragging, and because the theme of wanting a home is a constant. Having a permanent home is not on the ‘Happy Things List’ because it’s not quite in the realms of my control; I’m still working on that.
I’ve definitely developed the skill of engendering happiness! I am become me! I’m twenty four years old and I’ve made the last steps into taking on my grown up form, my dragonfly stage: it’s like being the Little Mermaid with a tail AND a pair of wicked red shoes, I can do it all!
I hope to keep re-evolving, avoiding stagnation, through approaching each day as unique, utilising the present but still having long term plans.
Missing company after spending Easter crowded up with family, all of home- I meant to write all of whom- I’m pining for.
Daughter is at school now; she enjoys it and has a busy social life.
The weather is warming up, everything is looking good but I’m a bit lost from living in two far away places. Sometimes I forget it won’t always be like this.”
It is worth pointing out that Yorkshire and Cornwall do seem far away from each other when you are reliant on public transport. I am a veteran of many long coach and train journeys.