Another Recipe for Happiness: Jazz, Good Health, and Bad Memory

I attended a jazz festival in UCLA last weekend, the day one of a 2-day UCLA Jazz and Reggae festival. It was an outdoor festival with a big stage, on grass field covered with people, and various food and retail vendors set up all around. It was a beautiful and sunny day. I enjoyed it.

Dianne Reeves, one of my favorite jazz singers, was among the performers. She was awesome. She did a couple of songs including one from the end of George Clooney's film "Good night and good luck" that were quite touching. It somehow took me back to the painful days. It still hurt but it it good to remember that it was all over.

Later on when I was walking through the temporary vendors stands, I saw a T-shirt with the following quote:

"Happiness is having a good health and a bad memory." -Ingrid Bergman

Yeah, that is what I need: a bad memory to forget that it ever happened.

What is ahead?

It was 5 AM as I was heading to the Bay Area from LA. As I was going through the Grapevine, a heavy fog was covering the road in the dark. It was a bit eerie. I had dreaded going up there since I moved. This time it was no better. The wounds were still pretty much open. It would be one of my last trips till I got rid of the house.

As the sun started rising later on behind the heavy fog in the middle of the desert, I had a strange sensation. There was a moment of clarity in which a wave of emotions like an electric charge ran through me. I felt an energy surge. I let go of the fear and I challenged the unknown ahead of me. I started to look forward to the trip and to the journey beyond. I pushed on the accelerator. The car was ripping through the waves of fog.