Do more of what makes you happy

Do more of what makes you happy

I was stitching text. I like text. I like stitching. I was happy.
Then I spilt red wine over my stitching. I WAS NOT HAPPY.
But looking again, I saw the fluid splashy shapes looked like a map – of islands in the wine-dark sea? I stitched the splashes. I was happy again, happier than before in fact.