And its funny, because as I walked down that little path after the much longer than expected hastily planned flight to Formentera and made my way slowly to the jetty that protected that nice little cove that formed the beach in front of our resort, I realized, more or less out of the blue, that I have this kind of bad habit that when Im happy, or at least when I THINK that Im happy, for even a minute or two, I have to try and think real hard and search with all my might to find something, or some reason why I absolutely shouldnt probably be happy at all. And right now, in the dark, with all those stars and waves, and the gorgeous view from out on the farthest tip of the jetty, with the warm breeze and all, I was, as far as I could tell, honestly and completely happy. But when my mind started, as usual, to race, and search and dredge up something that would spoil it and more or less bring me back down to earth, I, right then and there, for some reason, thankfully realized it and I wouldnt let it. I just wouldnt let my racing mind spoil it for me. I just wouldnt.
