A Happy Wife is a Happy Life

 

I’ve fallen in love again.  With my life.

 

I don’t remember ever being so happy.  It’s like an unfamiliar feeling swelling in my chest.  It’s like my body is full of swirly, twirly things like giggles and somersaults.  At first, I didn’t even know what the feeling was.  I thought I had the flu or an episode of acid reflux.  Maybe it was even an anxiety attack, which makes me feel all whirly inside, but not in a good way.  Actually, I sort of felt drunk, but I knew it wast that, because the last time I looked, there was no alcohol in coffee, tap water, or caffeine-free Diet Coke, my daytime drinks of choice.
“I am still determined to be cheerful and happy, in whatever situation I may be; for I have also learned from experience that the greater part of our happiness or misery depends upon our dispositions, and not upon our circumstances.” 
- Martha Washington 

 

I realized, after the feeling persisted for days on end, that I wasn’t in a manic phase of my imaginary manic depression.  I was happy.

 

Usually, I’m cheerfully defiant of all the miscellaneous bad crap that happens to me .  Someone said to me yesterday, ‘Why is it so weird that you are feeling happiness? You always seem so positive.’  Shhh come close. I’ll let you in on a secret. My cheerful demeanour is all an act.  Much of the time I’m navy blue inside.

 

But not any more.  Now I’m bright pink. And red, orange, yellow, green blue, purple.  The colours of the rainbow. Like Holly Hobby with a rainbow. And glitter.

 

I was just at the Women in Biz Conference, and a speaker, Susie Parker of Sparker Strategy Group, spoke about intuition and facing fear. She asked a series of questions designed to help us connect with our deep feelings about our lives.  We were to answer first impulsively, and then she asked again, but we were to reflect.

 

What are you happiest about?  She asked. First word that comes to mind.

 

My job. I wrote.

 

What is your greatest goal?  She asked.  First word that comes to mind.

 

Write a book.  I wrote down.

 

What are you happiest about?  She asked. Upon reflection.

 

My job. I wrote.

 

What is your greatest goal?  She asked.  Upon reflection.

 

Write a book.  I wrote down.

 

“The secret of happiness is not in doing what one likes, but in liking what one does.” 
James M. Barrie 

 

Who is most happy about their job?  Finally, at the age of 43, outside of my children, my husband, I have something that I do that I love.   I have found my place. It may have took a while, a lot of experimentation, determination, intuition, and of course the trouncing of fear.

 

But, to wake up every day, excited, and happy to get to it.  What a great gift. I seriously recommend finding fulfillment outside of your family. Whether it’s through work, volunteering, or a hobby, just do it.  My Dad was right;  fulfilling yourself through your children is self-defeating. They will grow up and make their own lives, and you’ll be left talking to your dog.  A wife needs to be a woman and a person too.

 

“Happiness lies in the joy of achievement and the thrill of creative effort.” Franklin Roosevelt 

 

The second answer.  Write a book.  A daunting prospect.  A childhood dream?  Who knows.  But, again, doing it.  I wrote about submitting manuscript pages to The Humber Writer’s Workshop last week.  I got in. They read my pages and didn’t laugh. Instead, they said this.

 

 

When I received the email, my husband didn’t ask about the cost, he didn’t ask who else got in, or anything else.  He said, ‘You want to do this?  You’re good at it, so do it.   I want you to be happy.

 

A happy wife.  Has a happy life.  For herself. Finally.

 

How will you find your happiness..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

* I’m not listing the bad crap because this is a post about happy. That’s behind, this is forward.

On Regaining Equilibrium

divi divi trees keep growing crooked

The last few years were full of change for me.  Multiple career changes, workplace bullying, the loss of my father, babies turning into teenagers.  Change.

I felt unbalanced.  Emotionally, out of whack. I didn’t know whether I was coming or going.  My self-esteem was at an all-time low.

My body felt it too.  I gained back the 10 lbs that I’d kept off for  years.  I stopped exercising, and used every excuse in the book to justify purchasing the next size up, including insisting to myself that my nanny was shrinking my clothes.

I started working full-time again, after years at home with my kids.  I disconnected as a Mother, even forgetting to search my scattered boys’ backpacks for notes.  I didn’t even know what they liked for lunch anymore.  I started travelling for work, missing days upon days of my childrens’ lives.  I hated trying to balance everyone else’s needs with my own. So, I got lazy, gave up, just let everything slide.

I started practicing hot yoga, but wasn’t committed entirely to strengthening my body, but more than importantly than that, my spirit. I would go, and stop, and go.  Even with the new ways that yoga enabled my body to move,  the physical effects of my imbalance continued to show.  My skin was dull and blotchy, my hair thinned out, and I started to see some wiry greys poking their way through.

The worst? My body started to rebel against the instability, and I started to get aches and pains and injuries that interfered with both my daily life and my ability to stay fit.  One day I couldn’t move my neck, the next I had tendonitis so bad in my wrist I couldn’t even type, never mind wash my hair.  I had pain in my leg so bad I sometimes felt I couldn’t walk.

Even when I was practicing yoga, I felt crooked. When I’d lay in Savasana, it was like I couldn’t get flat. My hips weren’t level, one should higher than the other.  It was like one side of my body wanted to go one way, and the other another. In the mirror, I saw the physical effects of my lack of symmetry. I’d pull back into boat pose and would appear to be leaning to one side.  I’d lie to myself and think it was my towel or my mat askew, but it wasn’t. It was me.

A few months ago, I started to feel my life straightening itself out.  I found work that I loved, had supportive friends; I’d weeded out the chaff.  So I thought….

My yoga teacher pulled me aside after class last week.  ’I notice you’re crooked.  You’re off balance.’  What?  I was totally feeling on track.

It wasn’t just in my head, I realized.  Other people could see on the outside how I’d been feeling on the inside.  I thought I was more centred;  at least that’s how I felt. What was going on?  Was it just taking longer for my physical to catch up to my spiritual?

‘You need to stand more grounded.’ the yoga instructor continued, ‘Plant your feet to the earth. Centre yourself, keep your weight even on both sides.  Other people work on contracting. Your practice is lengthening.  Grounding and lengthening. Use your centre and your breath to keep you even.’

I walked away thinking about what she said. It seemed like I still had a lot of work to do to regain my equilibrium.  But, I was heading in the right direction, since I was aware.   I knew, that unlike the Divi Divi Tree that naturally grows crooked, I didn’t have to stay like this permanently.

I could stretch and lengthen, open myself up to balance, use my centre, and, of course, breathe.

 

If I’m losing balance in a pose, I stretch higher and God reaches down to steady me.  It works every time, and not just in yoga. 

~Terri Guillemets

 

Editor’s Note:  Today at Yoga, another teacher said something even more compelling:  ’You cannot change from the outside in.  You must change from the inside out.