When are you most happy?

For the past 39 years the answer has been ‘when I’m with my cats’ and it still is. It would also include ‘when I’m with my husband’ but he has such a demanding job that’s it’s rare that he can fully relax. Somehow I feel that he would agree with what I’m saying here.
His job has sucked the life out of our life. It’s one of those where you sometimes have to change areas to get a role. Our first move, away from my spiritual home was caused by an Australian who thought he knew more about the way England worked than I did. In fairness he had been here a few months.
Our second move was to cut down his travelling time for another job. He just worked longer hours. He really doesn’t have a choice. Problem solve for your staff all day, attend meetings, do your work after 5 PM. Deadlines don’t wait.
Our last move was because he couldn’t get a role where we lived, or where we wanted to live, so we moved nearer to Birmingham. 2 1/2 hours north of my friends and I don’t like driving.
So…
I landed up gradually staying indoors more, completely happy with my writing and my cats. Understanding hubby’s pressures. I was okay with this until recently.
Although the image at the top is about cats, and not quite true, they’re incredibly giving and loving creatures if treated well, it’s equally true of my husband’s work.
I can’t do that anymore. I used to be so dynamic, and it suddenly feels like exactly the right time to get that back. I’m reaching out and making connections.
I will still be at my happiest with my little family and extended family, including some amazing friends, but I need to build up the happiness, add more.
Nowt wrong with that!
“Always look on the bright side of life, da da, da da, da da de da de da!” Monty Python, Life of Brian
Deb xx