I have an entire category dedicated to creating your own happiness. I’ve written post after post after post about how you are in control of making yourself happy. You have the power to do this for yourself.
Hi. I’m sick. And not the “cough cough” “achoo achoo” “oh, poor baby” sick. No, I’m the crawl-into-bed want-my-mommy-to-bring-me-chicken-noodle-soup-and-rub-my-back kind of sick. This kind of sickness doesn’t hit me frequently, but when it does, it tries to knock me flat on the floor.
Life, in and of itself, is cyclical. We’re born, we live, we die, and some believe that sequence repeats itself over again. But throughout life, we’re faced with even more cycles, patterns, repetitions. Some of these are great — another fiscal year, a work week that always ends in a weekend. However, some patterns in life, should be broken.
I have worked very hard to achieve my independence. As a woman, I am proud to say I am comfortable with being left in my own company. I am all right staying home on a Friday night, watching bad TV, by myself. I have never been more comfortably spontaneous in my life. Living free, with no restrictions or social obligations. I come and go as I please. I make plans, break plans, and choose what I want to do and whom I want to do it with. I report to no one.
I’ve always believed that people come into our lives for a season, a reason or a lifetime.
It’s when you least expect it that you are vulnerable enough to be open to profound experiences. And for me, it seems to notoriously be on an airplane, crammed into a window, next to a stranger, attempting to quietly read a book.
This morning, I woke up to a Tweet. It wasn’t just the typical @reply or RT I usually wake up to. This Tweet lead me to a completely unexpected, unsolicited, but not at all unrequited #blogcrush post written by Elisa of Ophelia’s Webb.
I was a little late on the bandwagon of Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat, Pray, Love, but I did hop on. And it was quite a ride.
A brief synopsis: Elizabeth went through a terrible divorce, which she doesn’t divulge much about. It almost came across as if she woke up one morning crying in the bathroom and wanted a divorce. There is no backlog as to why this marriage was so miserable – but it laid the foundation for her journey around the world to find “a balance between worldly enjoyment and divine transcendence.”
