Thursday, November 8, 2007

There it is

Long absence from blogging generally means stress or family party. In this case, both. My mom's 60th, which went well! It was a surprise, all the kids gave toasts, and I think she felt really happy and appreciated. Success.

When I get stressed, I tumble into a vortex of anxiety and negativity. I thought I hid this pretty well (please contain laughter), but I have recently realized that I wear my neuroses on my sleeve and in fact occasionally I even invite other people into my vortex. Or maybe it's not so much a vortex but a vacuum that sucks up anything happy. Okay, a paintful realization, but the good news of this all is that I can change it! Happiness is a choice, after all, right? So, I hereby apologize to the outside world for being a pain in the ass Debbie Downer from time to time. I will work on being a cheerful human being and minimizing stress so it never gets to that point in the first place, you can all work on not letting me get away with being a pain in the ass. And if anyone has ideas on how to choose happiness, I'd really like to hear them.

For week one of my quest to be a more cheerful human being, I went to Sprituality group tonight. Down the hall from where we were meeting, a group of school moms were busily working on plans for a Christmas fundraiser. I saw them and they implored me to bring down a sign-up sheet for cookie bakers for the bake sale. I did, went to the group and had a grand old time (and I do mean "old"...median age 83). I realize that it's kind of a kooky thing to do, but I love it. It fills me up. And at least no one from the outside world has to see me reading poetry and telling the group who in my life comes to mind when I hear the words "faithful companion" (if you're reading this, you fit the description). But at the very moment that I am standing around a pumpkin-scented candle in the convent dining room with the bluehairs singing "Lord of the Dance," my friend from down the hall arrives to pick up the sign-up sheet. Busted. I guess it's time to fly the freak flag.

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