Hahaha perfect

sounds like a lovely 5 years.

Im sorry you found this thread tough , I did as well when I posted mine. im sorry.

awww no you know me I like the threads that make ya think
and ya get some really good honest answers

I think sometimes as adults we don't like to look back and acknowledge those times in our lives

maybe its out of fear that by doing so we will compare that happy time with some not so happy times we may have experienced along the way

My time in Australia, living in and working for the Aboriginal community at Ayers Rock

I know you do. And I admire the honest answers.

it is hard to look back, I got a bit tearful writing mine because I know ill never be able to nurse again, which is a shame, so many doctors told me I was the best nurse they had worked with and I should go higher up and that's what I was about to do, and then tragedy struck and took that all away. Again im sorry you found it a bit tough like me.


But it does bring back happy memories, and that WAS my intention

I shouted

Do you want to elaborate? I would like to know.

If looking back, i think i was more than usually happy:
- in the first 4 years of primary school--because i simply and totaly enjoyed being there, socializing, learning, and because teachers were so amazed i was so good at everything...
- in the first three years of my first (and only) serious relationship--because it was like my dream come true and we were really compatible at that time
- in one of my previous temporary jobs when i was working in vocational rehabilitation for the disabled in a certain health institute--because it was, again, my then dream come true, and i liked the work, the collegues and being part of a really big institute.

In the present and generally, i forget about all pain and worry and i'm therefore happy as a child every time i'm totally absorbed in creating/crafting something...

lovely. thank you for posting.

it is great being a child, with no responsibilities and being care free. sadly its not the same for everyone BUT for those it is, your child years are one of the best.

I know this sounds horrible. I do hate divorce.

The happiest was when a guy from court came round and served me with divorce papers.
When he told me what they were I did the unusual thing hugged him kissed him on the cheek and told my friends to get the wine out it's a party.
The guy laughed and said I have never had this response before.

It was like a heavy weight was lifted off my shoulders.
I felt freedom.
What made it more wonderful. The ex came round to see how I was and was upset that we were partying.
what was I suppose to do?
Mum always said look at the positive side.

oooohhh that is terrible annie

shame on you


and yes folks i am just teasing

excellent.

......said the magic mushroom to the marshmellow...

Hmmm I think having the longer view I would have to say that the periods of my life that I had something I was creating are/were my happiest. Weather it was my own friends, family, career, or a business. Something satisfying about having a project and making slow , sometimes struggling, progress towards something.

The times I was just surviving, or drifting, or thinking I was just existing until the old body gives out seemed way more of a grind than when I had/have found a goal to go after. Didn't really matter if it was to satisfy anyone else or get approval since that is not real high on my list of needs, but it feels good to me to create. The falling down in pursuit of a goal is hard but you get over skinned knees and disappointments if you are creating something that is in your head as what the world is suppose to be.

I would say never give up on a goal because even when you think it is impossible if you work toward it so when preparation meets opportunity you can leap forward in some pretty unimaginable ways.

PS. OP you are more of a nurse here on Mingle than you realize with your empathy and intellect.

I know you are Eric

i have been thinking about this for a while and to be truthful the best answer i can give is when i have been together with someone. the colors all seem brighter the smells sweeter and the laughter more fully felt

I find yours very interesting. thanks for posting.

and your p.s comment about me was beautiful thank you. Im smiling with little tears in my eyes. thank you.

beautiful how just a few words mean so much.

that's nice.

That was beautiful Eric
Things do seem different.

Debbie I agree you are more of a nurse