Move forward, say yes, choose happiness.

I haven’t done a proper year-ender or new year post! (How obvious.) So I’m doing a one-week-into-the-new-year post.

My 2009 was…interesting, to say the least. I’ve been going through my journal entries starting January last year, and it’s interesting how the year has gone on, some things have been under way long before you started noticing! I’ve gone to more new places this year, re-discovered old friends and made new ones even in the unlikeliest people, and found heartache in the ones I thought I could trust. It’s a curious mix, of happiness and sadness, of boredom and stagnation and exciting new vistas. It’s bittersweet; for all the pain that’s been my share, there has always been a silver lining somewhere.

2010 is a new year, and what better way to spend it than moving forward? Things will not always fall into place, and I will get hurt, and I will cry; but this year, I will focus on moving forward, saying yes, and choosing happiness.

I will move forward: sometimes, things just don’t work out. No amount of fixing, tears, and hours spent on it works, and the only result is a lot of baggage being carried along for the longest time. I will learn from the past, and then close the book on them; I will move forward with the things that matter.

I will say yes: admittedly I saw this from a friend’s journal post, and I loved the idea. (I also realize there’s a comedy movie on this. Yes, I’ve not been watching my movies.) So many things in the past year happened only because I said yes, when it was easier and more comfortable to say no. So many good and wonderful things, I must add. So what better way to spend the new year than saying yes? (Warning: only works when the thing in question is reasonable. Lol!) I’ve started doing this consciously and it feels so liberating.

I will choose happiness: life is too short and fleeting to dwell on what hurts us.

“I find it hard to forgive.”

“What is there to forgive?” demanded Rochester. “Ignore forgive and concentrate on living. Life for you is short; far too short to allow small jealousies to infringe on the happiness which can be yours only for the briefest of times.”

(On a very random note, my room is pretty once again! Admittedly I might just be a bit attached to the new mauve bedsheet and white pillows.)

This Whimsical girl post was published on Saturday January 9, 2010, and tagged under , .

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Hello, I'm Angela. I cycle through a bunch of obsessions: web, reading, writing, gaming, and traveling. I'm a directionally-challenged idealist at heart who is prone to fits of jadedness weaved in moments of rollercoaster laughter and giddy excitement. I'm quiet and wallflowerish in groups but I'm going to talk your ear off if you hit the right note. I love meeting interesting people and have excellent conversation, so leave me a comment or find me on any of the places below:

3 comments

  • Sensue said:
    February 9, 2010 04:30

    FYI – I loved what you wrote so much that I emailed this to my friends and posted a link back on my blog. I agree with you so much. But, what’s even better, is that I want to live up to what you wrote. Like they said, easier said than done. (It’s been a very tough time for me recently… and your blog helps keep it in perspective.) Thank you.

  • Faith said:
    January 21, 2010 10:00

    I have to say I 100% agree with the whole notion of life being too short to sweat the small stuff, though it’s not something I put into practice myself. I don’t know what it is about me, but for all my loud mouthing in the blogosphere I am curiously upbeat lol. I don’t stay mad all that long, or hold grudges, but it’s not because I’ve found some key to happiness or practice self restraint. It is, entirely, that I have a short attention span and I simply forget to be angry. All too often I quickly find myself back on the horse, so to speak, with people I should by all rights be giving the silent treatment or worse if my sheer angry will had it’s way. But it doesn’t, thank the gods I suppose, and my ADHD brain kicks in and makes me forget almost immediately that _____ said _____ to me because I’m way too giddy about an especially good bento or my victory rolls turning out the way I wanted them. I think it’s sheer selfishness, lol.

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