The Many Colours of Happiness

Iris of Bring Your Own Vegetables referred to ‘imposter syndrome’ in a comment on my last post, which was such brilliant timing because it described exactly how I have been feeling this last week. THINGS have been happening. Wonderful things. And all I have been thinking is ‘ when is this going to blow up in my face .’ About six months ago I decided that I needed to begin taking chances. I needed to begin working at what I love, rather than simply focusing on what is safe. And I have always adored writing, which I had sadly forgotten until I began to blog back in August last year; so I have poured my heart and soul into it since making my decision. And it’s working out. Better than I could ever have imagined. I have had two articles published in HerCanberra , and have gotten the opportunity to begin writing for lip, who have been reading religiously since I discovered it last year. I have also begun to stick my greedy little fingers into the freelance pie, which I am quite e...

I had a completely different post all nice, edited and ready for you; but I’ll just have to save that for a rainy day. So you get an unedited and messy post today instead. But hey, sometimes they’re the best kinds. Though probably not in this case. Today I want to talk about victim-mentality. I know I have it. Most of us do, to some extent. We’re all so eager to be complaining about something. If we have nothing to do then we’re bored. If we have a lot to do then we’re overloaded. I found myself over the last week becoming more and more unhappy as I looked at all that I had to do. And I complained. Oh boy did I complain. And I had thoughts like ‘this is so unfair’ or ‘my life sucks.’ I blamed the world, rather than myself. When really, the world didn’t throw all of this at me. I took it in with open arms. So many of us want to be busy. We rush around trying to fit in as much as we possibly can. We want to do everything, and achieve everything right this very second. And whe...

I always used to think that the most important emotion was happiness. But lately I have come to reevaluate this. Yes, happiness is important. So very important. But I have discovered something else, an emotion that is often overlooked. Even when we do acknowledge it, make it out own, it can be so hard to hold onto. And that emotion is passion . Passion is what drives us. What makes us get off of our butts and go out there and do, say, create . Passion is what makes us march out there and change the world. It can be so hard to get motivated and so easy to just settle into routine. To rest comfortably in our happiness. But we’ll also know, whether consciously or subconsciously, as we rest there content, that something is missing. We’ll go to sleep, smiling, but also trying to ignore that tiny little niggling doubt that maybe, just maybe, there is something more out there. I hadn’t even noticed that I lost it until I found it again. I found it in words, in music, in social injustice...