I was having a conversation the other day with a friend of mine about how somewhat awkward it can sometimes be when you have friends that live by completely different LIFE philosophies than you do. I don’t necessarily mean friends that live recklessly or dangerously. I make it a point to never allow myself to become close to people who have less to lose than I do *cough* Tami from Basketball Wives *cough* No, nothing that extreme. I mean different thought-processes when it comes to our perceptions of LIFE and our relationship to it.
For example, I am a firm believer that LIFE happens thru me, not to me. It’s a personal mantra of mine. I adopted it after I realized that I went through a time period where I felt as though I had a string of bad luck. I started to think that something was wrong with me and almost began to expect it. It was at that point (when I began to expect disappointment) that I noticed I had pretty much relinquished control of my reaction to unpleasant outcomes. It had gotten to the point where my reactions to amazing outcomes were simply greeted with a nonchanlant “Eh…” from me. It was time for a spiritual and emotional colonic.
After I wiped the boo-boo from my brain #wordtoAndre3000, I started to reclaim and manage my own happiness. How? By rebuking the belief system that things happened TO me – as if, I wasn’t a major factor in the LIFE that I was experiencing. Instead, I began to shift my psyche into accepting that everything around me was happening THRU my very existence…and if that is the case, then I have the power to manipulate the circumstances in my favor.
As hokey and New Age as that seems, my level of personal happiness and contentment has shot through the roof. I try my best not sound like a cult member…y’all know the ones I’m talking about…the ones who speak so much about their happiness that you wonder whether they’re trying to convince you or themselves.
In fact, I rarely speak about it at all. The only time that I do is when someone specifically asks me about the consistent twinkle in my eye. Instead, I choose to continue to Snoopy dance as if no one’s watching.