The Pleasure Report. Week 8. The lucky pants edition.

Straight into this, week 8 in The Year of Pleasure

The Pleasure

Twenty seven points this week. Twenty four last week.

A selection of the pleasure

Balm useful again

Wherever my gentlemanfriend is, you can be sure it will be a better place because he is there.

The atmosphere will be good.

Ways of getting along and getting things done, despite the politics and personalities, will somehow surface.

He hasn’t learned diplomacy, he is diplomacy.

It’s not so much a conscious thing, it’s more like it just oozes out of his pores and everyone around him benefits.

And, as he emits and others receive this balm, he thrives.

A few months back he was made redundant, his world shrunk and whilst his spirits are good enough, the opportunities for thriving by emitting have been severely restricted.

This week, two viable opportunities have come up and there’s hope in the air again.

It’s so good to see.

And he wore his lucky pants* for the interview, so it’s in the bag now, wouldn’t you say.

*In the UK pants are underwear.

Cricket air

The air has the softness of spring for the first time this year.

And as we walk there’s a moment when we both notice and remark on it and enjoy the soft waft and my son says it has a smell too…

It takes him in a flashback to days playing cricket.

I love this. Not being in too much of a rush to notice the delicate strands of things.

And to share them is properly gorgeous.

The Pain

Eleven points this week. Four last week.

The well of appreciation ran dry.

The matter was domestic and my culinary efforts were not only not appreciated but were ignored and went cold in favour of sticking with an addiction x-box game.

The Pain I did something about.

Dinner’s in the dog

It wasn’t pretty.

There was very little of the nonviolent communication which is my preferred way of settling matters.

There were raised voices and little coherence but I made my point.

And it has been noted.

All in all

This (the year of pleasure) is proving to be a very reassuring exercise.

Effectively, each week I’m pointing out to myself all that there is in my life.

All the instances where there is beauty, love, growth, abundance, celebration, fun, closeness, sharing, encouragement, support and on and on it goes.

I’m finding it hard not to be spontaneously grateful and happy.

And the wisdom this week. Seeing all that there is in my life, makes me stop looking out to the future for some idealised fantasy version of these needs, out there somewhere in a better day, but to see I have them here and they look like this.

I feel safe and reassured and stronger.

It’s also showing me, much more clearly, the times when my needs are not met. It’s good to see those clearly and (mostly) without drama or tension. So I can apply the February miracle of letting them be met quite easily and certainly without struggle.

How about you?

I’d love to hear from you in the comments

Your pleasure, pain or pain you did something about?

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