You must be the judge of your own happiness. – Jane Austen
I need to remind myself of this fact every so often.
When I experience the pleasure of simply staying home, by myself, I find that I am my best creative self.
I’m not surprised, however, when I’m crafting a poem, journaling, or reading, to hear the world whisper into my solitude saying, “Come outside and play with others.” And I must admit there are a couple of options today: the Mets game or meeting a friend for a hike. But the simple pleasure of sitting in my little yard just journaling (and listening) are more appealing.
I know what makes me happy. 
Knowing what makes you happy is key in finding a sense of peace and moving forward.
To sit under a cloudless sky, happily in solitude, interrupted only by the occasional Blue Jay or Cardinal may seem boring to most, but it allows my mind to creatively wander. I can actually hear myself think — and the voice I hear sounds calm and wise and happy or better yet…content.
We all deal with that constant nag of being productive, but it is sometimes just that…a nag. The nag’s voice is not so sweet, and frankly, it’s annoying. So, I’m ignoring him today.
Hope you all find some creative solitude this week…
let your mind wander…
and find your happiness.
Mary C. M. Phillips 