Bliss is lying in bed to read, while the rest of the world goes off to work.
Bliss is a two hour tutorial on creativity and writing where nobody laughs when you say you want to be a writer.
Bliss is having finished all the required AND recommended reading, just because you like to read.
Bliss is writing in your cosy little garden flat, while a rosella crack seeds in the birdfeeder just outside the door.
Bliss is four different journals and two different blogs and an un-vaccuumed floor.
Bliss is taking Tuesdays off to study something completely irrelevant to your career.
This day? This Tuesday? The sun on my back and the birdlife behind me?
This is bliss.