What is it about Christmas that leaves most of us feeling nostalgic? Is it a notion or a magical childhood for the fortunate filled with wonder looking back as they grow old? But what about those who struggle with overwhelming sadness during the long holiday season?
Out of nowhere sharp pains struck the upper portion of my chest that brought me to my knees. I knew I suffered from a rare heart disease as my dad’s coroner advised me to seek the professional opinion of a cardiologist. Being further studies were still being done, I immediately called my doctor and more precise tests were done to narrow down the mysterious culprit.
These days we are learning the importance of mental health. Being a good mother doesn’t mean surrendering your happiness for your child/children but balancing your genuine happiness. I think most of us have been there when we are exhausted from volunteering, being there for your kids, your spouse. There is a better way. Here are a few reasons you should start (if you are not already) discovering your own happiness.
Social Anxiety is not as common as shyness. An individual suffering from social anxiety exhibits a wide range of physical and emotional symptoms that can either deliver mild distress or leave one feeling momentarily debilitated. It’s never too late to know the difference and make changes in our lives. If powerful negative thoughts are controlling your life, get help and talk with a professional or confidant. We have one life. Don’t let years pass by without being the best version of you.
Lisa Jones greets me from the back room as her cheerful assistant, Kathy, leads me down the long hallway to a large room oozing with creativity. The professional and sturdy sewing machines are strategically placed throughout the room. These are not your grandmother’s Singers as these immense and elaborate seamstress tools display a more professional presence. I introduce you to Throckmorton Jones…What is Throckmorton Jones? Founding designer Lisa Jones will tell you it is a boutique, gallery, and atelier offering unique custom clothing and accessories for both men and women.
Our lives are a beautiful set of stages, and no two stages or journeys are identical. Happiness is seen through a different lens for us all. If we are wise enough to embrace our failures as we age, we learn these mistakes are merely stepping stones to a better place. Keep learning. Keep moving forward. Never limit yourself.
Every step we take in this life ultimately leads us to where we are meant to be. Pay attention to your talents and what it is you love to do. The simplicity of it all may surprise you when you accept the flow of life.
My father left us all with a gift. A gift of celebrations we shared, mistakes we made and mistakes made by our ancestors. This treasured keepsake continues to teach me and my children the importance of keeping a journal and leaving a legacy, which can provoke a positive conversation. Although we cannot predict the future, we can certainly try to make the best out of this life and not tread on others.
When was the last time you cut an onion and slowly the tears poured, your eyes ached and you said never again? Have you ever felt the sting from a toxic relationship? We repeat the unpleasantries over and over again, thinking we are stuck with the virulent relationships that suck our soul from our being.
For most of us, when we rush our tasks, they are usually not completed as well as when we take our time. Whether it be taking the kids to school, getting ready for work, writing that essay; we miss key points, lack that polished project, become sloppy and sometimes are even responsible for accidents.
It was in that moment we all agreed Grandpa needed an immediate medical diagnosis as the dreaded disease reared its ugly head. That same month Grandpa was diagnosed with an early onset of Alzheimer’s; marked by symptoms of dementia, which grew increasingly worse. We gathered mountains of information about the disease, being most grateful for the opportunity to spend time with Grandpa and understand the condition doesn’t change who they are.The positive information that remains vivid in my mind is what NOT to say to someone with Alzheimer’s disease.
What happens when someone clearly expects us to fail? Depending on your personality, it motivates us to either prove them wrong or prove it to ourselves, which often leads to performing better. Underdogs are humble by nature. Remember that we all fall short at times in this life and expectations can make or break us. Life is filled with insurmountable obstacles and a supportive and determined framework of believing in yourself, against all odds, can clear the fear and doubt that hold you back.
There are times in life we may feel like sitting on our pity pot, which is understandable. The damage to our psyche comes when we forever sit on that pity pot. Life isn’t perfect. Try your best to find that rainbow.
We are on this earth for a short visit and disputing senseless battles take up your valuable time and energy. Sometimes being victorious is not the most important aspect in life, but making the best use of your time while here on earth can do wonders for you.
Sometimes in this life we encounter individuals, often family, that challenge our patience and attempt to hurt our feelings; without meaning to do so. We can maintain a healthy balance in our minds by understanding those who have good intentions and also removing those from our elevator that are toxic. Know the difference. Life is short and your peace matters.
The lessons of life were once again authentically thrown in front of my face. Life is short. I stopped worrying about the small things that stole my joy. I found my peace again in what matters the most. I now believe that if worrying did any good, I’d be the first to do it. There is a lesson to be learned from every struggle, if you allow yourself to see past the misery. Your challenges in life will never end. You merely learn how to overcome the misery. I believe we all have been given an opportunity to share a challenge with others, who may have lost hope or lost their way.
When someone said I lived in a fantasy world, I nearly fell off my unicorn. As a child, fantasy became the barrier between my peace and unpleasant realities that threatened my happiness. I powered my fantasy thoughts as a weapon against unpleasant notions, fears, bullies; you name it, my childhood imagination helped me ride the wave. Being an adult now, I understand that children tend to gravitate toward what makes them feel good, what takes the worries away. As a woman in my fifties, I am hopelessly committed to remaining young at heart. My first cherished book was The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, written by L. Frank Baum.
All of our lives should be treated as a priority. We have one life and the choices we make along the way matter. Of course we will make some unfavorable decisions along the way, but that does not mean we cannot make minor changes or drastic changes along our journey of life, in order to find our peace.
It was a cold winter day and the rain poured down as I sat in my car, encouraging myself to depart my heated car seat and head in to my doctor’s appointment. Fatigue had become a regular part of life along with achy bones, hair loss and depression, which I convinced myself were a result of blue days and old age. Being the parking lot was nearly full, my intuition told me I best pick up the pace and check-in for my appointment.
While I think most of us parents can agree that we try our best to be the best parents we can be, there is no instruction booklet when it comes to raising a child. Well, maybe several self-help parenting books are on the market with different parenting approaches but we are all different when it comes to ideals, morals, rules and consequences when those rules are broken, etc. A discovery of the golden book for parenting may be achieved, but in the meantime, we just do the best we can.
A few days after my dad’s passing I was alone at the cemetery, visiting his crypt, which was outside amongst a fragrant, colorful garden. I heard the sounds of laughter and cheerful voices up the road as the annual summer fair was in town for the week. I thought to myself, how can they be so happy when my life is filled with so much sorrow? It was in that moment, the younger version of me distinctly realized…the clock isn’t going to stop ticking due my pain. Life goes on. From that day onward, harsh realities clicked within and I tasted the unfairness life can bring, but I also devoured the joyful memories.
Our lives are constantly evolving – at least we hope they will for many years to come. Time doesn’t stop for anyone, for any reason; the darkest and deepest depths of our traumas may bring us to our knees but life goes on. Reflections of my father’s sudden passing and the coroner’s determination that his death will never be solved rears its ugly head from time to time. Realization that the clock isn’t going to stop ticking due to my loss, pain or trauma provides lessons on future struggles to come. I think most of us can relate when it comes to the loss of a loved one as we all handle the inevitable quite differently.
Do you automatically crave new beginnings once the clock strikes midnight on New Year’s Eve? I long for change and the hope of new opportunities, declaring realistic resolutions for the New Year and beyond, but realizing I waited until the end of the year to make life-changing decisions. For the past few years, I started a new tradition and wait no longer to practice mindful resolutions. Why am I waiting until the end of the year to execute positive changes in my life? Do this instead.
Feeling discouraged at times but realizing the importance to always discover a solution to pick myself up serves as one of the key traits to achieve true happiness in life. This rule of thumb should be in in all of our playbooks. We all have our burdens to bear but no one can make a better life for themselves until they look deep and rediscover the past magic. I am not referring to a hocus-pocus type of magic but a sense of recalling better days. It may be different for every one of us. Think back. Keeping the warm memories alive is not hard. It is a habitual ritual that began for me after my father’s sudden death at the young age of 57.