It doesn't matter...

Nothing outside myself will make me happy...

• not more money...or less
• not my relationships with anyone in the world
• not my house, whether dirty or clean
• not my pets
• not my body...not my name...not my weight
• not eating any particular thing at any particular place
• not quitting or perpetuating my addictions
• not hating someone...not liking them
• not moving...not staying put
• not answering my phone...or ignoring it
• not my locale
• not a vacation...or my vocation
• not my job, or my benefits or my salary
• not my bosses or my co-workers
• not my writing, or my lack of it
• not my skin, not my looks, not my clothes, not my hair, and not my makeup
• not my books, my rocks, my music, my photos
• not ACIM
• not astrology, the enneagram, or any other worldly magic
• not my car
• not the weather...neither how hot it is, or how cold, how sunny or how cloudy
• not my bed, or my computer or my fridge
• not conversation, connection, discussion
• not games, sports, laziness
• not my personal dumpster or a clean litter box
• not more magazines...or fewer
• not more praise and appreciation...and certainly not less
• not peace in the Mid East, or whether Castro lived, or what Israel and Lebanon are, or aren't, doing to each other...
• not anything...except the realization that I have never left God's presence and that He is with me always, in every second of every day (or, rather, I am with Him). His Love is all that I am. The memory of this in each moment that is Now would make me aware of the eternal happiness that is already mine. It is the only thing that is real.