After a particularly burdensome week, I woke up to the social media news flash that Thursday 20, March was International Day of Happiness.
Apparently everyone on Twitter did because there were gobs and gobs of posts from the Twitterati detailing what made them happy.
Although I declined to join the party, I pared back the mental drapes and peered in for a few minutes to take a look at my happy gauge.
I was more than a little surprised to find that in spite of the events of the week, my meter's reading was quite healthy.
I was happy to hear that a five-minute telephone conversation was appreciated by the person I had called. That that simple act made someone happy, made me happy.
As it turns out it does not take much to make me happy. It takes little--- the little things.
I am happy when the warmth of the sun caresses my face on a chilly day or when a peppy tune makes its way to my music rotation. I am happy when regardless of what's going on around me I have peace inside. I am happy when my innermost thoughts cause me to smile and no one could guess the reason why. I am happy when I look in the mirror and accept what I see. Most of all I am happy being me---- perfectly fabulous, fine, quirky, flawed me.
Jennifer Lavern is a keen observer of the issues that affect how women view themselves and how they interact with their world.