Keep on Doing!
Positive psychology pioneer Martin Seligman’s conclusion is that happiness has several dimensions can be cultivated. In the final stage, “the meaningful life,” he says we find fulfillment by using our strengths for a greater purpose. . . . think both personal and professional projects that are engaging and exciting – has wonderful psychological and physiologic benefits. Our work ethic is naturally strong when we’re doing something that’s appealing and challenging. . . Seek more of those opportunities.Source
Rule. Use this he/him method to decide whether who or whom is correct:
he = who
him = whom
Who/Whom wrote the letter?
He wrote the letter. Therefore, who is correct.
Who/Whom should I vote for?
Should I vote for him? Therefore, whom is correct.
Vinnie pinches his nose, and sticks a fork holding tofu and broccoli on it in his mouth. He squeezes his eyes shut tight. He uses the thumb and forefinger of his left hand to pinch his nose. He chews and swallows. He sets the fork on the plate and puts his right hand around his throat. He gyrates his head up and down.
“What are you doing?” asks Vinnie’s mom.
“I’m trying to make the food go down faster, Mom,” answers Vinnie.
Vinnie’s mom says, “Cute, Vinnie. You don’t see Dad making silly faces, do you?” Vinnie’s mom turns sharply to look at Vinnie’s dad.
Vinnie’s dad has his lines down perfect. He says, “I love this meal. It tastes good and its going to help me win my case in court tomorrow.”
Vinnie, now stirring the food in his plate with his fork, looks up at his dad, “What mob guy you defending tomorrow, Dad? What did he do? Did he kill somebody? Did he get caught running numbers?”
Vinnie’s mom almost chokes on her shiitake mushroom. She says, “Where are you getting this nonsense? Dad does not defend anyone in the mob, do you dear?”
Vinnie’s mom and Vinnie and Rupert all look at Vinnie’s dad. “No, I do not. It is a simple case of mistaken identity.”
Vinnie goes, “Un huh.”
Vinnie’s mom says, “We need to talk about your career.”
Vinnie’s dad tries to change the subject. He says, “Vinnie, tell us your idea about how you are going to get us rich.”
Vinnie’s mom holds up her had as if she is directing traffic. She says, “One minute. I want to know where you are getting this stuff about the mob. I know you watched the Bogart movies for background for the story you didn’t write.”
Vinnie sticks four pieces of tofu on his fork and lets his hand with the fork in it hang loosely by his side. Dexter knows the drill. He’s up on all fours, one swift sweep of his beagle tongue and the tofu disappears.
Vinnie says, “Remember when Joey and me did the sleep over at Larry’s house the day school got out?”
Vinnie’s mom and dad nod.
Vinnie says, “Larry is lucky he has such great parents. They let him have a TV in his room and we could watch all the movies on Netflix and Amazon.”
Vinnie’s mom interrupts, “Surely, you were only allowed to watch age appropriate movies, right?”
“Does that mean cartoons and Disney movies, Mom?”
Vinnie’s mom nods her head, “Mostly.”
“Oh. No one told us to watch only cartoons and Disney movies. Dad, are we related to any of the families in the Godfather?”
“You didn’t watch the Godfather!” shrieks Vinnie’s mom.
“We fell asleep right after . . .”
“I don’t want to hear it. I am going to call Larry’s mom as soon as we finish eating.”
“Please don’t, Mom. Larry will get in trouble because he knows his parent’s password. Next time I do a sleepover I’ll tell him it’s Disney or the animal channel or some other kids movie.”
Vinnie’s dad speaks up, “Tell us how you plan to get rich this summer.”
Vinnie sticks a piece of broccoli, a piece of shiitake mushroom, and a green pea pod on his fork. He holds the fork in his left hand, he moves Rupert closer to him with his right hand. He cleverly drops his left arm down by his side and lets his hand holding the fork dangle. The eager beagle Dexter is alert and discovers the taste of new type of beagle cuisine,
Vinnie smiles and says, “This time tomorrow we can celebrate and go out to dinner because we can afford it. Can we go out for pizza?”
Vinnie’s mom glances at Vinnie’s plate, “I am so proud of you. I knew you’d like your meal. It’s almost all gone. For a treat you can have an ice cream bar.”
Vinnie says, “Thanks, Mom. Excuse me, Rupert and Dexter and me still got some planning to do. I’m going to split the riches with Joey and Larry since they’re going to help me.”
Vinnie slides off his chair and heads toward the kitchen.
Vinnie’s mom says, “He’s up to something. I can’t quite figure it out.”
Vinnie’s dad says, “What could go wrong? Can I have an ice cream bar?