The past two days I’ve been battling a migraine attack that kept me from staring at my screen, since my eyeballs protested heavily to that activity. But I’m alright again and so I’m just going to pick up where we left off… which was at my wardrobe, so I’m smoothly moving over to the topic of guarding your Happy Place.
Ever since I found a new job and a great place to live, I’ve been happier, kinder and a nicer person to be around with. That didn’t go unnoticed: I got a text yesterday from a friend saying how everyone was amazed by how smiley and relaxed I looked the other day at a party. And that is exactly the person I want to be: enjoyable, great to be around to, attentive to those around me, too.
Yet, there’s been something going on that started to confuse me. Much. It’s a long story as to what and why and how, and how that all relates to one another, but let’s just say that a sad and painful tale from my past all of a sudden caught up with me, and it wasn’t a pleasant encounter: I felt doubtful, unpleasant, hesitant and uncertain. As if history was indeed repeating itself, and the Universe was about to test me whether I’d make the same mistake twice, and it got me all worked up, to a point where I found myself dwell upon past loss and grief, and throwing my happiness at the mercy of not only the past, but also the person I thought responsible for stirring that pot.
This morning I woke up, my migraine neatly folded and stored until next month, and with a mind clear that I am in control – none else. Whomever or whatever I allow to upset me: I’m the one allowing that. So I decided to reprimand myself for my mistake. I directed my past back where it belongs, acknowledging its facts but putting my foot down to its attempts to mind its business in my present.
Like a boss.