This morning, at the gym, I was feeling a little down. I suspect hormones are to blame, but I have also just finished a project, know I need to seek some more work soon, and don’t relish the idea. I wondered briefly if the emptiness I was feeling was because I had no kids. It would be easy to blame any unhappiness I feel on that. To assume that if I had kids I’d be happy. But I know that’s not how it works. Child doesn’t equal happiness. And more importantly, happiness does not require child.
Yes, joy and sadness are both part of life. My life is just like any other in that way. And I am pleased to report that the sadness slides away quickly, often on the drive home around the sparkling harbour or after a good coffee. And in the absence of sadness, in its quick departure, joy takes its rightful place.