Happiness. It's relative.

One of the more fun things in the world is not knowing exactly what you’re doing.
The uncertainness of it makes you laugh. It’s a nervous laugh but still a laugh. Laughing is sweet and precious like a Hershey’s kiss buried in the bottom of a cavernous purse, waiting for you to arrive. Especially if you are by yourself in which case laughing becomes a lot like loud joy.
I felt this way today recording a short video about my hat and ballet dancing and saguaro cacti at the visitors’ center at a national park when forty people on a tour stopped in their tracks to watch me.
I could’ve been the kid pretending to be an Olympic ice skater on a pond near her house and having kids from school show up to gawk.
I laughed at my misstep and started over somewhere else. Loud joy is so fine.
So funny Jan. I wondered last night when I watched the video on FB how you managed to find a spot without people wandering up to listen!
I’m all in for loud joy, however it arrives
I’ve enjoyed all these “shorts” Jan. Especially this one… Thank You.