Some of you know I have been on a quest this year to become more “real”. It has been a very wonderful and good transformation for me. At one point, I tried to sit down and write out “who” I really was, and could only define myself by the things I do: I’m a mom. I sing and play the piano. I compose music. I like to play my guitar and perform, etc. The only things I could think of were the things that filled my time.
It took me awhile, and I had to remember back to my childhood, but one trait I could remember, was that I was happy. I remembered people telling me that I was always smiling, and that I always looked so happy. It made me wonder what had changed, that kept me from feeling that way more often.
The last couple months, I’ve been reinventing myself. I’ve been giving myself permission to “be” what I want to be. In the past, I’ve felt trapped by the things I felt I HAD to do in order to please others. Instead, I’m learning how to make good choices, and doing things because I WANT to do them.
Yesterday I took the kids bowling. I haven’t ever taken the kids bowling before, though I did take a bowling class in college. It was fun to challenge my kids (who have been practicing all summer with free passes). I beat them…. I had so much fun (though I barely broke 100), and I felt… incredibly happy. I’ve been more happy lately. I guess I’m just noticing. Why? Because yesterday, one of my daughters told me, “Mom, you’re just so happy. You’re happy ALL the time, and you always see the bright side.”
It was the best thing she could have told me.