I’m blessed to join this lovely tribe of writers for Five Minute Friday. Just what it sounds like. Five minutes, one writing prompt, zero editing. Just write. Now GO!
I heard the prompt of “happy” and felt anxious.
What the? Who does that?
Not deep down true anxiety but pressure. And then the questions came. Am I happy? I can make a list of people and things that “make” me happy. I think most of us know that we can choose to be happy. Because conversely sometimes I can just tell when a few things begin to slide in my day, all I think about is pulling on my crabby pants and just being ornery. So I know that the opposite is true.
But actual happiness? Again the pressure. But not from myself… from the norms and expectations that are just sort of “out there” about what it means to be happy. Married. (nope) A mother. (nope) Lots of friends who gather together at long tables and eat fabulous farm-to-table organic meals. (nope but that part sounds kinda fun… I’ll bring the wine, c’mon over.)
I think I’m happiest when I choose to be my own kind of happy, not what others are experiencing as happy or what I once thought I needed to be happy. Once I start down that road, it’s got potholes of envy and detours of comparison that will lead me nowhere good.
I vow to compare my happiness with no one else’s, but to pray that God continues to guide me in his ways, which lead to an inner happiness and peace that cannot be compared.