Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He, who can call to-day his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
So…it has come to this !
The last two lines of my poem were a surprise to me. Not sure analyzing will make me happy at this point…
Rating: Write a poem day (9 out of 10)
- Itchy feet – 4 out of 5 (Love writing but I’m not a poet)
- Twitch – let me count the pulses per minute
- Happy hour – 5 out of 5 (proud of myself for persevering despite not feeling the muse calling)
What the heck does all that mean, you ask? Read Itchy Feet Explained.
Tomorrow: Get a penpal. Use the calendar to view my happiness tasks for each day along with a brief description of the task and why I chose it.