I am not particularly attached to material possessions and there is nothing I own that I could honestly say I treasure, except perhaps books.
I do, however, treasure family, friendship, love and laughter.
I treasure intelligent conversation, playful banter, learning and teaching.
I treasure joyful memories.
I treasure old letters and cards, especially those from my late dad.
I treasure solitude.
I treasure my relationship with GOD.
So there I was, bouncing around like a buoy, gasping and spluttering, my backside finding every sharp edge of the jagged rocks as the ferocious undercurrent threw me around and all I could think was that this could really ruin my great run of #100happydays
In case you don’t know, 100happydays is a 100 day challenge to look for something in each day that makes you happy, take a photo of it and post it on Twitter (my personal choice), Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr or even here on your blog. Check it out here and give it a try. Remember to include #100happydays in each post.
Anyway, back to my story … as I inhaled another litre of salty sea water through my nostrils, wondering if there was anything left of the bottom of my swimsuit that was being fiercely grazed on the rocks, a giant of a man yanked me up by my arm, pinching that soft skin on the underneath and muttered “Hey wena …”and some other stuff I didn’t understand and probably wouldn’t want to either, and then he was gone.
I wish I’d got his picture for a happydays post, before he disappeared, for if not for him, I’d be around 86 short.
Here are a few of my first 14 days of hashtagging happiness.