I try not to dwell on regret. I try really hard not to think about ‘coulda’ and ‘shoulda’ because really, it’s not going to help what really IS, right? Because you didn’t. So get over it. This isn’t about regret, though. We talked about that last week; this week? Let’s talk about the gift of happiness.
Most don’t know that had a second sister, a twin. Very few know that my sister died in a vehicle accident with a BAC of .0459. So literally, almost half of her blood was alcohol. Is that not amazing? Staggering. Not in a good wow-isn’t-that-wonderful sort of a way. No. But nonetheless amazing. You know what I believe? I think it’s my duty to employ double gratitude and double joie de vivre. You know, to make up for what she is missing out on.
Am I living up to that? Am I living and loving? Ah, that’s such a good question. Some days, I can’t see past what needs to be washed, and put away, and arranged, and organized. Some days I can’t see past getting the boys to school. Some days, it’s all I can do just drop everyone off, get to work, do my thing, and then get home and sit and be for a few minutes. Thankfully, that is a rare, off day. Most days, I love what is around me. Most days I can go go go and do what needs to be done because I know I can do more. Most days I see the smile on my kids’ faces and just revel. Most days, I love what I am, where I am, and what is around me so much, that I don’t need more than that. I am ever so grateful for all that and more. Others? I need a reminder.
What is ‘joie de vivre’ anyway? What is a love of life, and how do we go about achieving it?
A couple of thoughts:
1. Embrace your reality. Accept what is. Know who you are, where you are and what you want. Rec