For the first time in my life, this year, I am walking away from a relationship.
If I choose you as a friend, a true “ride or die” friend, I remain loyal through it all. It took everything in me, and still does, to abandon what I thought was an authentic friendship. Something so real, that still digs into my core, blew up in my face. Something I trusted, depended on, and believed in…
Someone can only step on your throat so much until you decide you can’t breathe.
I made an error in judgment here. I had to remind myself that it took a VERY LONG TIME to get happy after my divorce. I mean A LONG TIME. I existed for years knowing I would get to this place of contentment. I re-built Susan Pajak into who she was supposed to be.
Insert Happiness Definition please…
Happiness is a mental or emotional state of well-being defined by positive or pleasant emotions ranging from contentment to intense joy. A variety of biological, psychological, religious and philosophical approaches have striven to define happiness and identify its sources.
So now what do I do. Obviously, this writing thing is working. We all know, through our text relationships (this is the new way of dating by the way), that we are free to speak our mind through written word. I found http://thehappinessplanner.com on line; this is a guided journaling tool that promotes – yes – positive thinking. I was gifting these journals, and decided to gift one to myself. There is something about seeing what you are thinking. There is also something to the idea of reminding yourself that good things happen to you EVERY DAY. We often journal about how to overcome obstacles, the bad meal we cooked, or the arguments with people we love. Why not write down our goals, what inspires us, or how to become more mindful?
Listen, I’m not a chanting, yogi, do-gooder girl. I’m just going with what I know works. I find myself in tears when I see this ex friend, and that just needs to end. Tears are not a good look on me.
So take my advice, or think I’m nuts. You won’t be the first. This bag of junk I am carrying needs to be dropped down the toilet, and by God, if this journal works, then so be it.
Here comes 2016 – be safe, be loving, and yes, be happy.