It's tough not to be happy
Tuesday afternoon. You know, Life really is a lot about how you approach it. My thinking on this topic started when I met with Gloria last week and shared with her how bummed out I've been about work lately. It's not that anything here has particularly changed, I told her, it's just that I've lost my enthusiasm. She said, "Well, what are you going to do to get the enthusiasm back?" That simple. Not, "Gosh, you should think about getting another job," or, "Tell me about how horrible it is." I didn't have an answer then but I think I do now and that answer is: I just need to decide that I'm excited about my job and it will be so. (Fake it until you make it, so to speak.)
I know that many of you are scratching your heads, so let me try to explain. I think a lot of this junk that pollutes my life comes from my subconscious. The subconscious (or so I've read) doesn't know the difference between truth and lies, so I just keep saying out loud and in my head that I enjoy my job, the people I work with, and that I'm satisfied with my career. When someone asks me how I'm doing, I say, "I'm fabulous, thanks," and flash a huge grin. Now, the kicker is that you must absolutely be telling the truth when you say that, it cannot feel like a lie in any way or else the subconscious gets suspicious. And, at first, that's difficult, but it gets easier each time until it really is the truth. Crazy, huh?
So, I'm sitting in my office, planning a trip to San Francisco to see my stylist in six weeks along with lunch with BFF Tracy before flying home again, and I realize that there are almost too many ways to be happy in the world. Yes, my husband will be going across the world for two years in less than a week, but I've got my lovely new townhouse to look forward to, four cats who love me (even as they're stalking each other), the Junior League, and, of course, my beloved Alcott. Mick will not be here to share it all with in person, but I can write to him.
And I can write here, too. Yes, yes, yes! A renaissance of sorts. Read books, write, think, and dream.
I know that many of you are scratching your heads, so let me try to explain. I think a lot of this junk that pollutes my life comes from my subconscious. The subconscious (or so I've read) doesn't know the difference between truth and lies, so I just keep saying out loud and in my head that I enjoy my job, the people I work with, and that I'm satisfied with my career. When someone asks me how I'm doing, I say, "I'm fabulous, thanks," and flash a huge grin. Now, the kicker is that you must absolutely be telling the truth when you say that, it cannot feel like a lie in any way or else the subconscious gets suspicious. And, at first, that's difficult, but it gets easier each time until it really is the truth. Crazy, huh?
So, I'm sitting in my office, planning a trip to San Francisco to see my stylist in six weeks along with lunch with BFF Tracy before flying home again, and I realize that there are almost too many ways to be happy in the world. Yes, my husband will be going across the world for two years in less than a week, but I've got my lovely new townhouse to look forward to, four cats who love me (even as they're stalking each other), the Junior League, and, of course, my beloved Alcott. Mick will not be here to share it all with in person, but I can write to him.
And I can write here, too. Yes, yes, yes! A renaissance of sorts. Read books, write, think, and dream.
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