Most folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be

September 8, 2014 at 11:06 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

The other day I was reading an article on Happiness. There is probably not another subject that can be quite as controversy as this one. It has many meanings and I am going to write about mine. I am not sure of what even makes me happy, but one thing I am sure of and that is what makes  most people unhappy—–its the wanting of something we can’t have.

Fortunately. I have never been materialistic, can’t ever remember of envying others their possessions. I did envy my sister’s and my cousins lovely thick, long hair (when I was a teenager), but it did not make me unhappy.

Its really all about one’s outlook on life. I am a glass half-full sort of person for that I am forever grateful as I live with a glass half-empty sort of person.

Teen years were great, up and downs, of course, love found and lost, but never for long ,my heart never broke, just cracked a  little. School years were care free as studies were easy so a happy time.

I know I sound like a paragon of virtue, I am anything but, just trying to define what happiness is and was to me.

I never had any big ambitions so no disappointments on that score as never did amount to much, but I wasn’t unhappy about it. Although attitudes were changing quickly at that time, it was still mostly expected that a woman would prefer to be married and have children than a career, certainly not both! So I glady went along with that and really all I ever wanted was to be married and have children and , in that , I was successful. We all know that marriage and raising children is not all sunshine. I had my share of difficulties, but never unhappiness as there was always good times too, everyday was some thing different.

Losing my husband was certainly not a happy time.  After some time had passed, happiness again returned to my life as I was fortunate enough to be able to go to school and take up the profession of nursing. Although leaving my home and friends was worrisome  I was determined to make a new life for myself and Gerry and not to worry . I still had my family, friends  and now had grandchildren to add to the things to make me happy.

Maybe because I never wanted to change any stage of my life is one reason I was happy. I never remember of wanting to “grow up” or be old enough to do some thing I couldn’t, nor did I wish to be younger as I grew older. I have accepted OLD age even with all its aches and pains. Happiness does not make me jump with joy ( I couldn’t if I tried! ) any more, but I am content and at 83 what more can one want.

Every one must find their own way to be happy.



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