Clap your hands! Or don't. I'm not a cop.
I recently (as in about 5 minutes before starting this journal) wrote a poem about how I keep seeing lists about "The 10 Things Happy People Do" or "Things People Who Love Their Lives Do."
UGH. GOODNESS GRACIOUS GREAT BALLS OF FIRE. SHUT. THE. F****. UP.
Are we at a point where people REALLY need chintzy articles about self-discovery to guide them through self-discovery? Which, by the way, totally negates the idea of "self" discovery. I started reading those articles looking for nuggets of wisdom, once upon a time. After reading just one of those "Those who are _______ do _____!" pieces, I could feel steam coming out of my ears.
You know what those who are _____ really do? PRETTY MUCH WHATEVER THE HELL IT IS THAT THEY FEEL MAKES THEM _______.
Granted, it's good to see different perspectives on what makes others happy. But can't we start a discussion about it, rather than making oddly specific statements about what you should be doing to live your life to the fullest?
Why do we seem to need these kinds of articles to validate who we are and why we do what we do? Why do we keep propagating the belief that one specific laundry-list of qualities, actions, or experiences point toward "real" contentment?
What makes ME happy is walking to work in the fall, teaching kindergarteners, hot drinks, fuzzy socks, cute animals, trust in God, and knitting, among other things. If we have that in common, great! Far be it from me to dictate to you that this is how to achieve personal bliss.
I am curious, though, to know what makes all of YOU happy! Please, I'd love comments on things that float your boat, whether they're one of "10 things" or not.
1) Beautiful day, and we had frost last night!
2) My dogs are wonderfully floppy this morning.
3) Excited to hear what my PM Kindergarten students have to say today!