My life is filled with all the things that should bring me happiness.
I have kind and loving children, a great guy, fabulous friends, and I do my best to make all the right choices in life. So I am struggling with the fact that inside I’m just not truly happy.
Its not my kids, my man, or even my responsibilities as a mother or wife that aren’t making me happy.
I have said for many years that there is a 50’s housewife stuck inside me just begging for me to let her loose.
Occasionally I do and these are some of the happiest times of my life.
How ironic is it that the things that make me happy are being a mom, a wife, cooking, cleaning, canning, baking and yes even laundry.
So why am I feeling so unhappy lately?
You would think that I should just unleash this 50’s housewife and carry on with life and just be happy.
Well that would be my solution and I would be overflowing with happiness.
I’m a good person, a great mom, an awesome wife, and one of the best types of friends anyone could ask for.
I just lately have this darn unhappiness preventing me from enjoying a wonderful life that I have busted my butt to build for myself.
Well I have pinpointed the unhappiness and its things that are beyond my control keeping me from enjoying life. As much as I probably don’t want to admit this I am a control freak. I have a two big situations right now that I have no control over and sure I can pray over them and even put them in God’s hands but realistically God needs me to do the legwork.
So I have two choices. I can sit around and throw myself a huge pity party or I can get out work my behind off and try to get a handle on these two things so I can enjoy my life. I can promise you the first option won’t be my choice. These next few months are not gonna be easy but I will get through them. My track record so far for getting through shit is pretty good.
I’m in therapy sessions twice a week for my kids but there is a 20 min interval that the therapy is for me. At this point in my life I have completed so much therapy that I can pretty much predict what they will tell me.
No wonder I’m so good at giving advice. Along with that 50’s housewife there is probably a therapist stuck inside me to.
So I’m gonna suck it up, cancel the pity party, put on my pretty girl disguise, my fake smile, and get out there and overcome these two things that are sucking the happiness out of me and I’m going to rule my world.
My biggest goal in life is happiness. Isn’t it everyone’s?