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Write for five minutes on a given prompt, which today is “happy”
The prompt is in honour of Jennifer Dukes Lee’s book “The Happiness Dare” which was released this week. I have loved being part of the launch team for this book and would definitely recommend it. I wrote some more in a post here, you can take the free Happiness Style Assessment here and you can order the book here (UK) or here (US).
When I think of the word “happy” one story comes to mind. I know I’ve shared this before, but I think it’s worth repeating:
It was a wet, dull, gloomy day, and that seemed to be reflected in people’s state of mind. The city centre was busy, but people were hurrying from shop to shop with their heads down, desperately trying to stay out of the rain. There was little interaction or conversation. Everyone just wanted to do what they had to do and then get somewhere dry.
Then, on a bandstand in the middle of the street, a brass band began to start playing. The cheerful music pierced the general atmosphere of gloom and gradually people began to slow down and look up.
The band was good and the music drew me in so I went over to listen- and I wasn’t the only one. Before long, a small crowd had gathered. There was no shelter and we were getting wet, but suddenly it didn’t seem to matter.
As the band, rather appropriately, began to play “Singing in the rain,” I noticed an elderly lady standing in front of me. She stood out anyway in the dullness of the day because she was wearing a bright pink raincoat, but what really caught my attention was the way she responded to the music.
At first she began to sway from side to side. Then her foot started tapping. Then it just seemed that she could no longer hold herself back. Someone nearby had a rainbow umbrella. It didn’t seem that the lady knew them, but she went over and took the umbrella from them and began dancing up and down the middle of the street, twirling the umbrella round and round as she went.
It was a beautiful moment. Her dancing was nothing special- it wasn’t even in time with the music- but there was so much beauty in her spontaneous happiness, and her lack of concern about the miserable weather or what people thought of her dancing.
As I looked around at the people in the street, no-one could help smiling. That lady’s happiness was contagious- it had brightened everyone’s day, brought a crowd of strangers together and caused us all to pause for a minute and see that even on a dark, wet, miserable day there is happiness to be found if we are willing to look for it.