Share Your World — Murphy Says Hello

Share Your WorldMonday is Share Your World day. Today is the first Monday of a new year and a new decade. So let’s see what Melanie, at Sparks From a Combustible Mind, wants us to share.


Is “hello” enough for you these days?

You had me at “hello.”

Do you believe in Murphy? For those who aren’t familiar with Murphy, here’s a wee explanation: Murphy’s Law is an adage or epigram that is typically stated as: “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.”

These days I believe that the proverbial Murphy has inhabited the bodies of Donald Trump, Mitch McConnell, and most Republicans in Congress. It’s time for an exorcism!

Does evil come from within? If so, why?

I don’t believe that humans are born evil or that evil is an inherited trait. Evil is learned. I also think the definition of evil is fluid. For example, some people believe abortion is evil. Others believe that denying a woman domain over her own reproductive rights is evil. Some think homosexuality is evil, but others don’t. Seems to me that evil, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.

Are intelligent people more or less happy than others? What defines intelligence?

There is no correlation between intelligence and happiness. One can be intelligent and happy, intelligent and unhappy, dumb and happy or dumb and unhappy. That said, I did come across at least one article reporting the results of a study, which concluded that, “Those with lower IQ are less happy than those with higher IQ.”

Please feel free to share a quote, photo or thought about gratitude.

I had my first follow-up appointment with my ear surgeon today, and he said that, of all the possible outcomes from the surgery, mine was the second best. And for that, I’m grateful. He was able to remove the entire mass without having to drill into my skull. But the growth had destroyed one of the small middle ear bones, which means my hearing won’t be restored in that ear. But he also said that, after a second surgery to implant a prosthetic bone six months from now, there is a strong possibility that my hearing will be at least partially restored. And I’d be extremely grateful if that’s the case.

My Life Is Over

859F7BB1-7BCA-4BA1-9191-BB51F5823EDBI dreaded it. Seriously, I dreaded it. I had spent four and a half decades working. And to be honest, I defined myself by what I did for my work. I felt that, were it not for my job, I would go through a traumatic identity crisis. I mean, without my work, who the hell was I?

I just figured I’d work until I dropped dead. Because not working would surely bore me to death. What would I do with the 50 to 60 hours a week that I would otherwise have spent working. Watch television? Just shoot me, for crissake.

But then the time finally came. My boss called me into her office and said, “Fandango, are you giving any thought to retirement?” Okay, you don’t have to hit me over the head. I get it. Time to hang up the old spurs, or whatever it is that one hangs up when one retires.

So I lied, “Yes, I am planning to retire at the end of the calendar year.” Note that I didn’t specify which calendar year.

“Excellent,” she said, glee in her eyes. “That will give you three months to train your replacement, someone who is much younger than you, smarter than you, better looking than you, and to whom we can pay a lot less money than you.”

Okay, she didn’t really say all that, other than taking three months to train my replacement. But it was implied.

Three months later I retired. I woke up on the first Monday that I would otherwise have gotten ready for work and I thought, My. Life. Is. Over.

That was three years ago and I’m still alive. I am fortunate enough to have amassed a decent nest egg during my working years, so I am not concerned about having to survive the rest of my life on canned tuna. Although I do love canned tuna.

And I discovered something else. I discovered happiness. I am actually very happy in retirement. I have no timetables, no pressing deliverables, no meetings to attend, no conference calls or webinars to participate in. No unreasonable clients to deal with, no flights to catch, no boss to please. I can wear jeans, t-shirts, and sneakers at all times. And I have actually gotten used to spending a lot of time with my wife. So much time with my wife! 😁

So, after almost three years of retirement, I can unequivocally say that…

Retirement is Happiness

Written for this week’s Tale Weaver prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, where we are supposed to write about our thoughts on the notion of happiness.

3-2-1 Quote Me! — Happiness

EC31D7DA-9816-46E6-ABB7-DD9A591594C9The indefatigable Rory, over at A Guy Called Bloke, has tagged me for his latest 3-2-1 Quote Me! game. This time the topic is Happiness.

As a reminder, what I’m supposed to do is:

  • Thank the selector — Thanks, Rory
  • Post 2 quotes for the dedicated Topic of the Day, “Happiness”
  • Select 3 bloggers to take part in ‘3-2-1 Quote Me!’

Okay, here are my two quotes:

E3E32A8C-5056-4524-B7E4-65C681DC0C11FB0B0849-C2D3-4BE7-AFDA-10EC8D3D57FBOkay, now to tag three other bloggers to come up with two happiness quotes.

JusJoJan — A Few of My Favorite Things

3da20072-b747-43b1-8485-c1aa0a2b4761Oh my goodness. Today is the very last day of January, which means that today is also the very last Just Jot It January post of 2019.

For this final JusJoJan post, Linda has challenged us to post about our favorite thing/part/blog post of last year or last month. Talk about what we did or discovered that gave us happiness and/or success.

Alrighty then. There are a bunch of things from last year that gave me happiness. The Golden State Warriors won the NBA championship in June and the Boston Red Sox won the World Series in October. The Democrats soundly won back the House of Representatives in November’s midterm elections. My daily FOWC With Fandango prompt, as well as my weekly Fandango’s Provocative Question prompt, have been well-received.

As to this month, the New England Patriots won the AFC championship and will be heading to the Super Bowl for the third consecutive year on Sunday. Go Pats!

But what gave me the most happiness this month was seeing how the newly installed Speaker of the House, Nancy Pelosi, totally spanked Donald Trump over his whole border wall vanity project. That was a true marvel. Nancy was masterful and Trump was totally humiliated. That must have stung Trump even more than when Stormy Daniels spanked him on his big, fat ass with that Forbes magazine with him on the cover.

It just doesn’t get any better than that, does it?