After a week of bitterly cold temperatures and what felt like never ending snow falls, my cabin fever reached a new height. Monday, after yet another school cancellation for Noah, I sat on my treadmill instead of running on it.
On the brink of a meltdown, tears stinging my eyes, I fired off text after text to my desk-laden husband. The texts were full of rhetorical questions from “what was I thinking when I chose my major to wouldn’t it all be easier if I had chosen that path instead of this to why wasn’t I patient instead of impulsive, and why didn’t I take a chance instead of playing it safe”. It may be the dreary days of winter or the sound of my twenties coming to a screeching halt, but I’m buried in the mundane existence of being me. I’m over me. I have lost sight of how to make myself happy.
Let’s face it, I’m not going to be moving to sunny and 75 SoCal any time
soon and I refuse to throw myself a pity party every winter.
Starting March 1 2015, I am not going to stress about what I should do with my life post-sahm or the career path I need to find. For [at least] the next 31 days, I will be making my own grass greener. No more chasing momentary contentment by with temporary fixes. No more regret, what-ifs, or maybe this’s. I will do one thing that inspires me to be happier in the place where I currently am. Because in my heart of hearts, I know that where I currently am is a damn good spot to be…
Follow me on my daily journey to reconnect, redefine, and rediscover my happy! Want to participate? Log one thing a day that you did to make yourself happy.