When an ice cream is more than extra calories...Recently, I discovered a small treat was a way to uplift my day after expending more physical and mental energy than I had to spare.
At first it was a tiny guilty pleasure...then I tracked it to a pleasant memory of my childhood when we would drive as a family exploring the town close to us. We went into the upscale neighborhood's of two story homes and manicured yards. No one ever playing in the yards but magazine worthy. For us it was curiosity of how the other half lived although we never saw or spoke to the owners. Daddy made a joke that rich people were rich cause they ate canned beans, not from the garden like us. I thought it was his way of saying that we had what we needed and not to yearn for things out of reach. Being grateful for what you had was his mantra. I thought then as now that everyone has the potential of being unhappy or happy no matter what they possess.