all I want to do
is sit in my wingback armchair
with my pipe and robe
and my best friend, Redford the Dog
and read the New Yorker
and drink scotch by my roaring fire,
in a hot tub
What’s your happy spot? What’s your life goal? How can we be of service—which makes us truly happy, after all—and spend sufficient time in our happy spot that we feel continually refreshed? What if our happy spot was service, instead of cozy downtime?