Tired, Tired, Tired

I swear, my family is like a hurricane. The Butcher, I just want to tuck him into bed and leave him there for like three days. It’s funny, when he was gone, folks were like “Oh, but I bet it’s nice that he’s gone!” but it’s really not. It doesn’t suck or anything, but I like his company and it’s nice to know that it’s not all on me to feed things or make sure their poop is cleaned up.

I had a point, but I can’t remember what it is.

I just if they are happy, sometimes. I remember, when I had more of their mindset, that I thought happiness was a useless goal, that you did what you did and happiness came or not along the way and, when it came, you enjoyed it, and when it went away, you did your thing until it came back.

Now, I think you can cultivate happiness by choosing to do things that make you happy and taking the time to recognize when you are happy and enjoying it.

And I think this is so much better for me.

And so I’m glad I’m working at it.