That was the question I asked myself the other day when I was lounging on my couch outside under the little pavilion I put up, on a perfect summer’s day, with a good book to read, and my dog sleeping at my feet.
It was one of those moments when you know you’re content with life and you think, “Ah, if every day could be like this, I’d be happy.”
But the answer to “How do I keep this?” is “You don’t.”
The weather changes, the next book isn’t as good, time passes and we lose those we love.
I had six weeks in 2010 that were almost perfect. I was living in New Zealand, learning how to skydive, in love, making incredibly good money on a challenging project that let me take the reins and run with it. But that passed. The man I was in love with didn’t feel the same, I hurt my knee and quit jumping, the work slowed down, the next project was a miserable slog, and eventually New Zealand said they didn’t want me there anymore.
All you can do is try to be in the moment enough to enjoy the good ones while they last and be prepared enough to adjust as needed when they pass.
(And remember when the dark times come that they too will pass.)