I went through the computer files yesterday, and PROMed some of my old writing, and the overflowing downloads folder that was causing the desktop to run slower than I’d like.
I found a folder of writing I did 3 years ago. I’m going to copy and paste what I wrote—I entitled it, “How to Be Blissfully Happy.” I wrote this to myself, during a time where I felt like I was just “going through the motions”—we had just moved again, and I was working full-time at a job I hated. Hated.
How to Be Blissfully Happy
Why are some moms happy and others are not? Are you happy right now?
Our family has moved a lot.
5 times in the past 2 years. That’s an awful lot.
During all the turmoil, I kept finding myself thinking “when we get to XYZ, we’ll be happy.”
I would rush through my day, doing as little as possible do “just get through it” so the next day would come just so everything would start all over again. I was moving fast, the family was moving fast towards our “new life.”
But things were happening around me without me truly enjoying them.
The baby learned how to walk.
I took the pictures and video like a “good mom” but I didn’t have the wonderment and the joy that I would have liked to experience.
My elder daughter said goodbye to her friends—friends that were so close they felt like siblings.
I was there—I again took the pictures—but I was thinking about “getting this done quick” so I could go home to pack.
I don’t beat myself up for these things. I made a mistake. I’m human.
But, as a human, I have the choice to do things differently.
I can choose to spend more of my day in a blissful/thankful/joyful/HAPPY state then in a sourpuss/frowny/nothing is ever good enough state.
Because that’s what I would wish for my daughters when they become moms.
I’m not talking about being the Resolve lady who answers from the other room “That’s Okay!” in a sing-songy voice when her kids say they just spilled grape juice on the carpet.
She must be on crack. Who in their right mind would do that? It’s grape juice! Grape juice stains!
But so does yelling.
And freaking out.
And closing cabinet doors a bit too rough. And being so mad that you want to throw things or hit.
Is that worth it?
But we all do it.We all get so caught up in the moment we lose our cool, our compassion, our quest to be supermom.
And we crack.
Those moms who appear on the outside to be supermoms–do they not have babies up at all hours of the night?Do they not have dishes to wash, a husband who works too much, kids who act ungrateful and the forever-growing Mt. Washmore in their house?
Or have they just decided to be happy?
Is that all it takes?
To just *decide*?
But I can’t be happy right now. I’m too fat. My house is too disorganized. My kids don’t listen.T hey don’t sleep, either.
I have a deadline at work. My husband doesn’t help. And he’s losing his hair. And he never cuts his toenails.
I need new bras. I have too much laundry to do .That lady in the grocery store looked at me funny.
I haven’t done the baby’s scrapbook and he’s turning 14 next month.
I can’t possibly be happy right now. I have too much to do.
It’s up to you.
You are the boss of you.
You are in charge of every experience you have today and tomorrow.
You are your child(ren)’s best role model.
Choose to have fun today.
Choose to love a stranger today.
Choose to be happy.
The computer stamp on this writing says May, and I remember my last day of work at this job being July 30.
Making the decision is the hardest part of all change. Once the decision has been made, you (me, us, the universe) can move forward.
Have an absolutely wonderful week.
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