I was happy (albeit FREAKING OUT) when we were moving and planning the wedding and working on the house. I didn’t have a spare minute to be bored. I always had something to do, to work on, to think about.
I was happy when I was planning for everyone to come into town for the wedding. Booking bed and breakfasts, organizing who should go where, making itineraries, drawing up maps. Planning to make someone else’s stay in our city enjoyable.
I’m happy when I’m writing. Let me rephrase that – I’m happy when I have something interesting or funny to share with you and I have time to sit and write it. (And then I crack up when I re-read it because I think I’m so damn funny)
I’m happy when I’m making people laugh. Like Mr. Cranky Non-Decorating Co-Worker. I live to make him laugh. He was out all last week, and I actually thought about decorating my cube for Christmas over the weekend, so when he returned on Monday, he would literally throw up. His reaction would be so worth it.
So that’s my homework for this week – to find a project. Find something that gives me focus and joy and brings energy into my life, rather than sucking energy out.