If there is an art to insomnia, I am developing it well. And for anyone (1 out of 3 people at any given time studies show) who suffers this, you too will understand what an unfortunate event this is. I never understood how one could be held victim by there own inability to get a proper nights sleep, until now that I am being held at gunpoint. I have decided in my normal stages of over-thinking, that this, this over thinking that is, is the reason I can’t sleep in the first place. I would elaborate but that would be just my sleepiness talking, and well, at this point, it makes me tired just thinking about it.

Anyway, a quote that I heard today that I wanted to write down: “I don’t know the key to success, but the key to failure is trying to please everybody.” Bill Cosby.

I heard this and thought of Obama. And then I thought about health care, and then I decided to go to thy gym instead. As I have learned…..

Happiness:

I am in the last two chapters of my book about happiness. It has been a truly wonderful listen, and I even found one of the chapters about Thailand coming up in my conversation with a patient this week. I think for a moment, it even made her happy.

Happiness, is in itself fleeting. It is a feeling and just that, it comes and goes, it waxes and wanes, it is elusive at one moment and fully present at the next, it can not be bought, it can be taught, but as a topic of study it will defy the logic of the human condition.  It is related to friendship, to sex, and to trust (at least that is what the experts say). It is not in a pill, a self help book,  or the comfy couch of the resident psychiatrist. It is over searched, and over taught. It is unexpressed, and  over-repressed. It is……..

I just turned off my cell phone, I am taking a long deep breath, my eyes are closed, I am feeling trust, and faith in something bigger than myself.  I am thinking of all the people in my life that I love, I am holding the hand of my wife and my daughter, We are standing at Cowell beach and there is the most beautiful sunset.  It is warm, I can feel the sun on my face, the sand in my toes.  And the wind, I can smell the ocean mist, it is cool, crisp.   Drifting,  my eyes; heavy, the sun; warm, and the tenderness of these small soft hands in mine…………