My now 11yo daughter was in a philosophical mood this evening, waxing lyrical about what makes her happy, what people don’t know about other people, and what ‘perfect’ means to her.
(I think it was all being hung, conceptually, on perceptions of Taylor Swift, but I couldn’t fully keep up, truth be told.)
Anyway, she’s feeling her way into the Innate Health understanding in her own special way, and decided there were two types of happiness:
- The kind that comes from having a whole load of stuff, and maybe fame, too (which, she realises, does actually come with drawbacks)
- The kind that’s “just there,” and, crucially, is “always there.”
I’ll take that!
It brought to mind a conversation with someone—an old client—who’d noticed that they’d started to fret about an upcoming activity they had planned.
It was something outdoorsy that they usually enjoyed, but whenever the mind turned to it, there was worry; fear of things going wrong.