Day 3: What is it with all the “your attitude needs to be gratitude” being shoveled at us by the be-happy crowd these days?
I have to tell you, I find this whole find-the-good-in-everything jibber-jabber is really irritating when everything has gone into the sewage pit of a crap day or a crap series of days—or in the case of 2020 so far, a crap year.
We’ve all had them, this brutal, soul-squelching run of nothing but negative. Getting out of the hole is nothing short of miraculous.
Or is it?
Like I said yesterday, I’m big into manifestation. The curious part is, it goes both ways. We joke around our house that it turns out I AM the center of the universe (ha). However, the reality is that when I am focused on human flaws or my own insecurities when I worry about things I cannot control or am running around the house stomping my feet, things get ugly fast in my little pod of peeps. I actually create more negativity. It’s like, well, a virus.
Does that mean I have the power to offer a mending sensibility when it comes to this already crap year? Hmmm, that seems like a lot of pressure.
No time for wallowing, because the answer is yes.
I’ve always known this. For whatever reason, the energy of the family is mine to maintain. I can send others to war or negotiate peace.
Again with the pressure. Can’t I just wallow without being nagged about these kinds of responsibilities?
I complain, yet, when I step into thoughtful dialogue and compassionate contact, hmmm, amazing, everyone is chill. When I lose my shit, well, you can imagine the tsunami.
The other morning, I read this article on the art of being grateful on the hardest of days. It got me right where I needed it because, well, these last few weeks have been a whopper at our house well beyond the coronavirus.
I’d started to descend into the fear and anger of it all—snarky, distant, demanding.
War was brewing.
Waking up proved harder and harder. Those be-happy people became incredibly irritating once again. I tore up my lists of all the things I love and ripped down all of my little post-it notes with “go slay this day” sort of quotes that dot spaces in the house where I regularly go.
I am, on the good days, one of those be-happy people. I stretch into it and slather myself with a dig-in mentality about keeping in the flow of goodness. When it gets hard, the mask gets ripped off. Be gone, easy happy tasks. Life was pissing me off and being grateful proved stupid.
Then, I watched what was happening around me while I was on fire. Kids=snarky. Husband=distant. Friendships=quiet. The bigger my flames grew, the bigger the pile of crazy that manifested.
“Um, dude, are you like seriously this sadistic?” I asked myself. “Change your approach, woman. See what happens.”
The observation, after I chilled the hell out, reconnected with several of my most favourite people, and focused on my house full of beautiful humans proved, dare I say it, that I could single-handedly manifest happiness.
The wee one started making movies, the big kid reconnected with old friends who have been out of her life for ages, Ken started a new personal project that he’s been delaying for a year.
Well, dammit, it would seem that the art of gratitude on the hardest of days is all about the choices we make in the midst of those challenges.
It’s not for me to say to you, “Go make a list of what you are grateful for” or anything like that because gratitude and that satisfaction with life is manifested in so many different, beautiful, and impactful ways.
My challenge to you is to simply go manifest something beautiful during these really hard days.
I see it in people such as Robin Blackburn who posts gorgeous architecture and photos of the majesty of the human body every day.
I’m in love with the topics Kate Schofield Beem is having that bring forth prescient issues that require contemplation and conversation.
Elisabeth Rae Collett took us all on a tour through her Italy yesterday that brought me to tears with its beauty and personal connection.
We don’t have to fake happy. This time in our lives is hard. However, we can be the center of our universe and raise the energy of that universe up, giving others a bit of relief.
I’m going to go celebrate the fact that everyone in my house is still asleep and I can go work on the novel for another hour or so.
Go rise, my friends. We got this.