Abraham Lincoln said, “Folks are usually about as happy as they make their minds to be.” At least I think it was Lincoln. Whoever said it, it’s very true. This week, I was feeling more than a bit grumpy. I was working on a project that wasn’t inspiring me at all and – over on my book blog – a reading slump was getting me down; not even my favourite author could get me back in the groove.
Then, last night, sat with a glass of wine and an episode of Real Housewives, I had a bit of a lightbulb moment. Life really wasn’t that bad and the things that were getting me down just weren’t worth getting down about at all. I went to bed feeling a little lighter and determined to see the good and feel the happy….
It’s Friday, only eight-or-so hours away from the weekend starting and getting to spend time with one of my best friends, who I’ve known for 20 years but haven’t seen for six months (bar a flying visit at Christmas of all of an hour). It will be good to catch up, drink wine, and eat a good meal (not cooked by me!).
I am working for myself, something I wasn’t sure was going to be possible when I finished my last job in September last year. I was determined to try and make it work, and – on my good days – sure it was, but there was always a niggling doubt that, by now, I was going to be looking for another permanent role. So, whilst I might be doing projects at the moment that are uninspiring, at least I’m doing them for myself and – to be fair – this project is one of three / four I’ve taken on so far, and the only one that has left me feeling blah.
Spring is just around the corner, despite warnings that we are going to have snow, snow, snow in the UK next week. It’s still cold out but, everywhere I go on my walks, flowers are peaking through, adding colour to grey days and muddy paths. There is something so uplifting about it, the fact that it is all so new and all so beautiful.
I have holiday plans, two of them. One somewhere warm, with a pool and promises of cocktails. One where it might be warm or not (it will be end of August in England after all) and involves a tent, music, beer and friends….we will be taking our daughter to her first festival so very excited and just praying for it not to rain (though I do have some lovely pink wellies if it does!).
I am meeting new people, something I have found hard the last few years with working so many hours and moving to a new area. I honestly thought for a while it would never happen but, with more flexibility for working for myself and a determination to get myself out there towards the end of last year, it’s starting to happen. Whether there are any BFFs out there I’m not sure, but that’s o.k. because I am enjoying the experience of the new.
So, lots of reasons for me to be happy – I just had to find them. What about you, what makes you feel the happy?