“Despite it all, my solace lies in knowing that there are lessons of learning in those tough seasons. Now instead of mourning those painful times, I choose to look at them as an opportunity; an opportunity for eudaimonia. I know that good things come from hard things. I understand the notion that to appreciate pleasure, we must experience pain. I understand that not every season is that of harvesting.”
“There is something so magical about the holidays that just fills me up inside. Maybe it is the cool brisk breeze, oversized scarves, fluffy socks, Bing Crosby’s Christmas Pandora station, all of the beautiful lights, or maybe it is just the excuse to be cozied up on the couch with your loved one and furchild watching Home Alone while rocking your winter coat attributing it to the fact “Oh, it’s the holidays, I can eat these cookies and milk.””
“Dad would be working in his garage, he would leave his cup of jo sitting on the wooden bench directly outside of the garage, and like clock work my sneaky little self would run over and get my coffee fix. Once my dad finally caught on, he promised when I was old enough he would give me my own. Until then, I would be sly like a fox and as cool as a cucumber in efforts to maintain my coffee hustle. Eventually I got smart and offered to make his coffee. Tisk tisk, Delanie Michelle.”
“Eudaimonia derives namely from Aristotelian Greek philosophy. It means the state of indwelling good human spirit; human flourishing; well-being. Like Aristotle, I believe that our souls are defined by its relationship to organic, intrinsic structures. Aristotle believed that eudaimonia was in essence the question of “What are the best activities in which man is capable of?””
Click the photo above to learn about eudaimonia and myself in my first blog post.