Sweet Savor of Happiness

grape clusterLast week was pretty chaotic around our house.

In his typical, helpful fashion, Captain Cavedweller volunteered to stop by the grocery store for me on his way home and save me a trip into town with my long list of things we needed.

One of the items on the list was grapes. Expecting CC to purchase a bag of typically purple or green grapes, he came home with a plastic box filled with red grapes the size of walnuts.

Much to my dismay, right on the top it warned that the grapes were seeded.

Rolling my eyes as I thought about digging the seeds out of the grapes, I put away the groceries, somehow managing to keep my griping about the extra work to myself.

Curious as to how the grapes would taste, and sure they would be awful when they were that big, I washed them off and cut open a few, digging out the seeds.

I can honestly say, I’ve never, ever eaten such sweet, flavorful grapes. The deliciousness of them burst in my mouth with the first bite and had me quickly relieving several more of their seeds.

Despite (or maybe because of) the little extra work involved, the grapes had the best flavor.

Happiness is kind of like that, too.

Happy people just don’t go from being unhappy to happy overnight. They work at it. A lot.

They take those extra steps to keep their thoughts focused on the positive, the good, the happy, the joyful.

They eagerly dig out those nasty seeds of negativity so they can better savor the sweetness of being happy.

And they recognize happiness when the decadent flavor of it surrounds them.

I don’t think I’ll be able to eat another grape without thinking about savoring the sweetness of it – and the sweetness of happiness. And from now on, I’m letting CC buy the grapes.


Each Monday I share my thoughts on happiness in my own personal Happiness Project for 2014. Feel free to post your thoughts or comments on happiness.

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