I ran across this clip on Facebook called the Good Life Project.   Jonathan Fields, the founder of this project,  asked 29 influential people on what they believed constituted the good life. In the four-minute excerpt on the website, one learns that everyone’s answer is different.

It pushed me to pause and consider how I define my version of the good life.  In these barren times of busyness, I’ve never sat down and distilled it down to a word, sentence, or a particular instance. I am not certain if the good life can be measured by just one thing. For me, it is a compilation of a microcosm of several little moments. Here they are:

The good life is waking up from a restful night of sleep, donning my running shoes and breathing the air of early morning and watching the sun rise behind the mountains.

The good life is my morning cup of coffee that accompanies me to my office. I take a sip, turn on my computer, and have the privilege to either start my day with reading or writing.

The good life is having the honor of watching my little girl plant a kiss on my cheek just because she feels like it. When I ask her what prompted her to do so, she laughs and says “Because I love you.”

The good life is one where gratitude drives your being. I often think of one of my favorite quotes in context of this sentiment by Meister Eckhart, “If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you, it will be enough.”

The good life is one that is filled with love. To love someone and to be loved carves the real texture in our lives. That becomes our legacy.

The good life is accepting who you are. The strengths and struggles are yours. No one else can lay claim to them.

The good life. How do you define yours?