Only 4 days into the New Year and I’ve encountered my first true test of this new mantra I’ve adopted as part of my 2019 resolution: 365 days of happiness, no matter the bullshit. In other words, cue bullshit in the form of a passive aggressive parent email at 3:00 on a Friday afternoon. Might sound like small beans to most, but this is an example of something that would have begun as frustration and then with the help of all those familiar voices (wtf? why me? what is this person’s problem?) would have festered into anger, and tainted the rest of my night. You know, in that oh-so lovable form of a rock in your stomach.
Not anymore. New year, happier me. I’m surprised at how protected I feel by my mantra. 365 days of happiness, no matter the bullshit. It gives me permission to deal with a problem as best I can, and then when nothing else is to be done, walk away without feeling like a terrible person. It demands that I focus on all the good that happened today, and that is really what matters. I had faith in this resolution from the beginning, but today that faith has been reaffirmed in a big, big way.
So, my chosen moment of happiness today? A video text of my 6-year-old daughter riding her bike for the first time without training wheels. She picked up the bike on her own, told my husband “I’ve got this” and just did it. On the first damn try. I am so proud of her. That’s my girl.