Learning to be happy
First - happy Easter everyone!
We have successfully moved into a temporary flat in Tulse Hill. It’s the smallest place we’ve lived in our 32 years together. Heck, there isn’t even a door to the ‘flat’. Instead, there is a door to the bedroom and one to the living room, but no front door. You simply arrive in the hallway at the top of the stairs. And you know what? It’s the happiest I’ve been in years.
Yesterday, we walked for miles exploring Dulwich - a village and park set in Zone 3 London - and I was genuinely happy. In fact, although I’ve had a few grumpy moments, I’ve smiled more in these past two weeks than I have in the past two years. I’ve left a job I didn’t like and a flat I didn’t like and suddenly it’s like someone lifted a blanket of negativity off of me. I had a nice meeting with the temp agency and am certain they will be able to find me something. We have decided (after a conversation with Hubby’s sister) that we would continue to pursue the German dream. Hubby had interviews in Frankfurt and Düsseldorf that went well and we are hoping to hear something by the end of next week.
I think the biggest change is that I have simply decided to not worry about things. I could worry. Heck, it’s one of the things I do best. But when I feel it creeping on me, I make a conscious decision to say ‘no’. After all, let’s say I do worry - is it going to change anything? No, of course not. Instead, I am trying very hard to choose to be happy. it’s harder than it sounds, but learning to be happy (rather than to be a misery-guts) is a skill I really need to master.