"Joy doesn't exist in the world, it exists in us." ~ Ben Franklin

It's the weekend. Time for regeneration. Sleeping 12 hours. Lulling about. Jogging. Reading. Rolling the marbles around in my mind, seeing if one falls out. It didn't. But.

It's been a busy few weeks. Working two days a week in Katterbach splits the week up; the days shoot by. Fridays I'm ready to lie prone for a few days, only to start again on Monday.

This goes on for a while- 4-8 weeks. I'm not complaining. I like the little clinic in Katterbach. With just a couple staff and a laughing tricare (insurance) administrator next door, the diversion is welcome.

Weeks fly by, life flies by. One day recently I woke up thinking, 18 weeks, 1, 33. Why? I looked at the calendar and it was 18 weeks to my birthday, the first day of the week, the last section of my year 33. I wonder we are doing when we are sleeping.

I wonder what we are doing when we are waking?

I try to live so that I bring happiness and peace into others' lives. But I have to be careful. I have a lot of energy to give, but only so much. Some people have looked to me to bring happiness to their lives. This is a dangerous position. I've always thought I don't want to be responsible for another person's happiness. Really if you are not happy with yourself, then no one is going to make you happy. Happiness comes from within.