After several fruitless days of whingeing and feeling downtrodden, I felt it time to focus on the positive. My pity party had overstayed its welcome and I was getting sick of myself, so today we switch gears.
Today, we talk about things that make me happy.
I feel happy when…
I have long, uninterrupted time to read.
I have long, uninterrupted time to write.
I have long, uninterrupted time to play in my closet and create outfits.
I’m not hot.
I’m not hurried.
I feel accomplished.
I wake to my body and not to my alarm clock.
Well, shit. I think I just described retirement.
So, clearly, I won’t find constant happiness until I’m 65. But there’s no way I can continue living feeling strained and drained and snatching greedily at spare moments like a scrabbling goblin under the bridge and making me and those around me miserable in the process. Therefore, I must prioritize my life to maximize my happiness potential.
So it really won’t kill me if I don’t have a perfect lesson plan. The world won’t end if grades aren’t inputted immediately to the server. Kids would rather sit and talk to each other than learn to knit right now. No one will notice if I don’t post an OOTD on the blog/Instagram every day. My kids are old enough to make their own dinners. Laundry does not have to be done on Wednesdays and Saturdays; sometimes, Thursday ends up being a better laundry day.
But I feel good when I run my 10K steps. I smile more knowing I’ve got a plot twist all figured out for my novel. I am at peace with the world when I’ve got at least two weeks’ worth of outfits hanging in order of wear in my closet.
I guess we know where my priorities lie, eh?
Does that make me a selfish git? And do I care if it does?