I enjoy curling up with a good novel on a Sunday afternoon, or saving the world (again) in the latest blockbuster video game.  These are simple pleasures that I enjoy but I rarely make the time for because there?s always a list of much more important things I ought to be doing.  I could be reading a self-help book, washing the car, balancing the checkbook, or putting in an extra hour at the office.  I could be doing a whole lot of other things that are productive rather than lazing around and doing something I enjoy.  There is always another rung on the ladder to success that I could be climbing, but where do those steps really lead?  Will being productive make me happy?  Maybe, or maybe not.  I do know that chocolate mints go down well on a lazy Sunday afternoon, and that turning each page in a good book makes me happy, even if it does make me feel a little guilty? for being happy.