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Happy and Joy, two of your besties…..(and how to exorcise Misery and company)

Hello beautiful ones. I hope your day is shining like a summer sun and that whatever you are doing at this very moment is bringing you peace and joy. You may be working, or sleeping for that matter….then again maybe both at the same time.
Today I am going to write a letter to my besties. They are Happy and Joy. I do have other besties but today I am just choosing two to write to. Have you ever sat down and written a letter to something that wasn’t a someone? I know, sounds kinda crazy but the best way to APPRECIATE the good in your life is to relish in it. Treat it like it is the God or Goddess of your very life. It makes it more real, puts it out there like a big neon billboard and changes your mind set at the same time. So here is my letter, written with love and cheer.
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Dear Happy and Joy,
I know it’s been a bit since I’ve written and for that I am sorry. I know there is no excuse for not keeping in touch but I’ve had some other friends staying with me and it was quite the chore to finally evict them. They sucked so much energy and left me feeling like I only wanted to sleep. You know me, that is so unlike me but I didn’t invite them and sometimes they just show up unannounced and make their way in and then don’t leave. They left behind so much damaage too. I heard your message in my mind the other day but couldn’t answer. I didn’t want them to bring you down too. I remember awhile back when you told me how I can change things just by being positive. I don’t know how I had forgotten that lesson as it was so very important. But after a short visit with Misery (she brought her friends, Melancholy, Anger and Angst too) I woke one beautiful shining day and remembered. I had had enough. No more. They pleaded and cajoled me in their way but I stood firm. Hand on my hip and attitude of shining bliss I looked them square on and said ENOUGH! You are not my friends. You are not welcome. Now get the F^CK out. (yep, I really said it) but I know it’s not one of your favorite words so I won’t write it out here. Anyway, they looked at each other incredulously and I swear to god, it was like something out of the exorcist. Their heads spun around, they spewed the heinous vile bile across the room and with a poof of smoke, they were gone. Man did it feel good. To stand up to their gossipy, negative, mood ruining selves was awesome. I felt like Wonder Woman (Without the protruding cups mind you-save that for Linda Carter) and I laughed. It had been so long but I thought of you two and just let it go, that big hee hawing boisterous laughter. I think I scared the dog a bit but then she joined in with wagging tail. It felt so good to set that shit free. I wasn’t meant to be hanging with that nasty crowd. I was born for sun and light and happy/joy times. Thank you. Thank you. I am so glad you are in my life, even when you can’t be here at any given moment, I know you have my back and are lurking with a happy joyful smirk somewhere close by. I think you need to visit more often. Heck, I’ll even clean out a whole room just for you. You can be as happy and joyous as you want….just don’t wake the neighbors (they may not understand). Well, I will let you go for now but again, thanks so much.
Love,
your peep in bliss.
(This is me in bliss by the way….)
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That’s all. Write a letter to address what you DO want in your life. Take a good long look at what you have around you. Ask yourselves these questions.
1. Does he/she/it make me happy?
2. Am I alone in this or am I only there as support to their/its/my own negativity?
3. Can I live without them/this?
4. Does this make me a better person by being around them/it?
5. What can I do today to become besties with Happy and Joy?
6. Am I hanging with this negativity because I’ve done it so long it’s just comfortable/it’s all I know? (Like a pair of old comfy slippers that are ready for the trash…it is OK to let it go-throw ’em out)
7. What WOULD make me happy? (and yes, again….do that shit)
8. Would trying REALLY kill me….or God forbid, actually work, maybe, yes???
9. Ok, I just like the number 9. Nothing here, move along folks….

Write it down and really, really look closely at it. There is nothing in this life that you need to put up with if it brings you down, whether it is a friend, a family member, your own attitude, a coworker, or a crutch you use to TRY to make yourself feel better (we know this rarely works ultimately). I have heard it say look for the GOOD in those that drive you crazy. It does work to a certain point but sometimes the best medicine of happiness is to just avoid being around them/it, don’t get involved with someone elses baggage of misery and always remember, you too are Wonder Woman/Super Man and this life is just too damn short to deal with the negativity. If you don’t support it, it will have no purpose in hanging around you either. Evict that nastiness. Save yourself and gather close your Happy and Joy and Bliss moments and cherish them. Raise them up and wear them as the shield that will protect you. They are teflon and will fly you to a better place. A Happy place.
I will see you there, and if you arrive before me, save me a seat on the magic van and we can adventure on together into this amazing world, sharing smiles and laughter to the needy and such.
I have to stop and use the restrooom, don’t worry, I’ll catch up. Beep Beep….Road Trip to Happy….Be there….
Peace and blessings.
Kim

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Mirror Mirror on the….(oh just go away you feckin’ ass)

Hello beautiful friends. Welcome to a rather fine Tuesday. Okay, it’s not so fine but we know how to cope through that, right? It’s all about thinking happy positive thoughts she says through smiling teeth and eyes that betray the truth. This was my conversation with my mirror today. At 2 am when most of the world was sleeping and I sat there with rosy cheeks from being out in 10 degree weather yelling yet again for my goofy dogs. So what’s a girl/guy to do? I was in no mood to embrace the day. I just wanted to sleep. I looked in the mirror at the bags under my eyes, hair messed up, nose red and now running and thought WTF. Who wants to start a day like this? It’s supposed to be waking up all bright-eyed and happy right? Wrong. It doesn’t always go that way and my week was a perfect example. I can sit there and piss and moan about my life, stare at the mirror with an exhausted mind or I could do something else…but what else can I do, right? After blowing my nose I looked in the mirror some more and said to myself, Girl, get your mind out of the swamp of woe is me and give it a spin.
What you need is a good laugh. Yeah, you’re thinking who does this at two in the morning, right? Well, I guess that would be me. So I did what any overtired dog mom would do, I dropped my robe (with the door wide open for the no neighbors to see anything) and I started shaking my booty for me to see. I started to talk to the dogs in my best british accent that I learned recently from friends and told the two little intrigued beasties what fecking idgits they were and how is mommy the queen ever supposed to feel lovely and beautiful if they kept interrupting my sleep? I tried it in my mom’s voice too just for poops and giggles and you know what? It worked. The dogs stopped cowering and I was laughing at myself. I was flexing my muscles, shaking my bass and pretending I was the dancing queen of the bathroom.
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See, I improved my mood. I could look in that mirror that was telling me how much I looked like crap or I could have fun with it. Short of raiding my wardrobe for some snazzy disco wear, I worked with what I had. I didn’t think there was much…but there was so much more. There was happy in place of irritable anger, there was calm dogs instead of quaking nitwits afraid of my wrath (and no I’ve never beat them….just with held some biscuits as needed…after all, who wants to reward the disrupters? They’d keep doing it….or so Pavlov says).
No, I could be a superstar of the tile.
I could be Miss muscle universe and make “Ahnold” nod in awe.
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I could be naked and laughing and telling myself how much sleep is over rated when you are rocking that bathrobe like a fine woman. I laughed…I blew my nose some more and then it dawned on me, when we take the shrivelled lemons that life hands to us, the dried out useless ones, we just add some lemoncello and have a party. We make our thoughts into something different, something goofy that will help the situation, we become fun for a moment. We look into that mirror and call it out for the liar it can be. It only see’s what we tell it to see. When we put on the happy glasses even when we’re pissed off and mad as hell, something changes inside us, we find a little bit of childhood happy, that little pinch of peace.
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I finally decided to go back to bed and instead of the racing heart and anger I held peace in my mind. I didn’t think I would fall asleep but within minutes was invaded by the Sandman and he brought the most fun dreams. I had thrown the anger to the wolves and brought in the clowns. I awoke still calling the dogs names in the english accent and my husband just looked at me like I’d lost my mind but I found that funny too. After a few moments (of deciding not to call the men with the little white coats on his insane wife) he laughed too. See, who says you can’t have fun in the house of mirrors. You just need to show it what you see…trust me, it will look back at you and smile too. Thank goodness the bathroom is not a public place with the chance of cameras. I would be a YouTube sensation of viralness. Spread the happy folks, check out your own mirror wherever you are, shake it, dance, laugh and for gods sake if someone walks in, just tell ’em you have a leg cramp or something. Much easier to explain.
Peace and mirrored joy to you my beauties.
Kim