A year ago I wrote in my journal: I don't know how to think about the future.

. What are the components of happiness?

·      Work – not.

·      Travel: A respite from—boredom. A postponement of thinking.

·      CREATIVITY. But I want others to admire it.

·      Order. Impossible. Another postponement.

·      Health. Unreliable.

·      Friends. Why did that come so late in the list? Because it also imposes obligations.

·      Freedom= Loneliness?

·      Financial security.

·      Living in the moment: doesn’t this just give me an excuse for playing video games?

Thinking now: what's different? 

• work: I'm really retired and basically liking it, although occasionally bummed out about the "waste" of all my experience and materials.
• travel: I have done quite a bit of travel, a mixed bag, but enjoyable enough. 
• creativity: I have gone to the church craft days, participated in a bunch of craft shows, sold a few things, shown my stuff at a shop in Morgan Hill, and am still having fun with it.
• Order continues to recede ahead of me, but I measure my progress by little boxes and file folders labelled and wastebaskets filled and bags donated to HOPE.
• health: I am undergoing light treatment for my psoriasis, with good results, and I'm maintaining my weight loss, and starting a weight training regimen (One month completed!) I'm off all my antidepressants! Not depressed!
• friends: regular get-togethers with girlfriends and former colleagues. I have let one friendship totally lapse (he has dementia). I need to get together with long-lost relatives, though.
• freedom:  I haven't actually thought much about this lately. I'm trying not to say "no" just because I can.
• financial security: nailed it!
• living in the moment: why not?My video games are pretty boring -- goody. I have a lot of t.v. shows I like to watch, but DVR makes this totally flexible. My Kindle makes reading very convenient, but I haven't found anything really compelling to read since I finished The Hunger Games trilogy.  I have an enormous pile of unread newspapers that I can't seem to throw away unread. My garden pleases me weeds and all (well, maybe not gophers.)
  So I guess this all adds up to happiness. But if I have to "guess", I wonder...