Tag archives: happiness
My daughter is in love with a pencil sharpener.
It’s true; she told me so. It’s nothing really
special, just a small pink container to hold the shavings that twirl off one of
the two sharpening blades.
Yet, she obsessed for two days about how she was
getting a pencil sharpener and once she had it, she promptly began sharpening every
pencil she could find.
I would question her sanity except that her
obsession reminds me a bit of one of my silly loves: my dishes from Crate and
Barrel. They are nothing special either, just simple white ...
Some people embrace change, actually seek it
out. Others resist it like a bad parasite. I usually fall into the
parasite-resisting category (it’s why I never get sick).
Last year, when I put a magnet on my fridge that
said “life begins at the end of your comfort zone,” I did so to remind myself
that good things can happen when you stretch yourself. I’ll admit, though, that
at the time, I didn’t expect to stretch very far.
Yet somehow, last summer I set into motion life
plans that changed rapidly and sometimes on a daily basis ...
Until a few years ago, I had led a very
fine life—emphasis on fine. My response to any
question was "fine." In our early years together, my
"fineness"drove my husband crazy. He was constantly asking me how
everything could be fine all of the time. He also couldn't understand why I had
no opinion about anything—any and every option was OK.
The reason my life was so fine was not
because I had some kind of karmic protection. Rather, I was so terrified of bad
things happening that I never took any risk that could change ...
My husband being out of town has made
me realize that he is like a daily low-level dose of Valium, without which my
inner crazy starts to emerge. You see, I have issues with being happy. If something
great happens, I immediately panic that tragedy will strike within 24 hours to
counterattack that happiness.
It isn’t rational, it is completely
fear-based, and I’ve done some crazy things because of it. Example no. 1: When I was a child, my favorite part of our Disney World trip was the
drive home because I was frantic that our house had ...