I create my own happiness.
This is the mantra I keep telling myself. I have to keep reminding myself of this
because It’s so easy to let circumstances and the outside world dictate whether
or not I had a good day, week, or year.
It’s true that stuff happens to you, but what reveals your character is
how you respond and stand back up. I
also keep in mind that to expect a new result out of doing the same thing is
crazy. If I want a different result, I
have to change what I do. I have to set
myself up for success. I have to create
opportunities for stuff to happen that will make me happy. E.g.
Not fitting into my jeans makes me sad.
I can continually be sad about it as I have extra desserts and say I
don’t have time to exercise. Or, I can
sign up for my gym at work and find half an hour breaks to do something
active. I can hire a personal trainer to
keep me accountable, which is necessary for how I work. I can start meal planning to inject more
veggies and lessen carbs. If I lose
weight and fit in my jeans again, I will be happy. I create my own happiness.
Before having children, I hated children. I couldn’t understand them, and found them incredibly annoying. I never gave a second thought to being a mom unlike some who aspire to be one their whole lives. One day, I would become a mom after marriage and that would be that. The only fact I knew for sure was that I definitely wanted to have more than one child. Being an only child, I recognized the importance of giving the gift of a sibling to my first. Approaching motherhood going on four years now with two babes has given me new perspective on what it’s all about. I’ve been asked before on the merits of becoming a mom or having children, and while it’s easy to complain about all the difficult parts, it has always been insurmountable to fully put into words the gravity or the magnitude of such a decision on my life. Obviously, people say, children bring such joy and a newness to life that you have left behind in your childhood or forgott...
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