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Happy Monday, once again!
This week’s message may seem a little repetitive, as I think
my Monday in Wonderlands can be, but I like to base these on what’s going on in
my life. When I stay up late Sunday night writing these, or am rushing to do
them amidst my homework on Mondays, I find the most joy and the easiest, most
fluid and beautiful writing I can create when I write about things I
understand, and things that are happening for me. Additionally, I write these
as much for me as you all, because every Monday is like a new start, and it
gives me a chance to look back on recent events, see where the holes in my
positivity lie, and try to correct for them as I move through life to a happier
me. But because I am a human (just makin’ sure ya know), and a college kid, I
think maybe things like this will be relatable to other people too. Plus, a
little reminder to smile never hurt anybody.
So for this Monday, I am left reflecting on a week where I
was a little bit of a grump. My circumstances weren’t the most favorable to a
happy mood, between stress, that “really-need-a-break” exhaustion, and feeling
a bit under the weather again. And while I can’t fault myself for responding
negatively to inherently negative events, I can internally reprimand myself for
perpetuating those grumpy feelings!
I’m sure I’m not the only one who gets in a bad mood and
thinks every little thing is bad. Even when my sister made me food, and let me
commandeer the TV for an evening to watch the Pixar Shorts collection on
Netflix (I do recommend), I remained pretty morose, by equal parts the world
bringing me down and ME bringing me down.
I don’t want to look back and think, “gosh, my first
semester of college was hard. I was so tired and depressed all the time with school”
because that’s not accurate! It’s actually been pretty great. No super hard
classes, a handful of new friends, and living with my big sis, which has
honestly been really fun. (It’s amazing how you grow up a little and suddenly
like your siblings!) However, I know if I keep myself in the grumpies for the
next 4 weeks or so (that’s it y’all!), that’s what I’m going to think. It was
hard and I was sad.
I honestly have no reason to complain so far. And dancing my
butt off at a quinceañera Saturday night, then singing at church this weekend
with group of lovely ladies reminded me of that. I will seriously never cease
to be astonished by the little reminders of joy God brings me when I start to
think that life is the pits.
Guys, time for a challenge for me and you. Next time your
world seems to be falling apart and you’re just plain morose, try to look
around for the simple and beautiful things. I mean, it’s hard. You’re
psychologically inclined not too. (I learn things in my psych class!) But I
didn’t have the most fun I could’ve this weekend at home with my family and on
the car ride back yesterday with Sammy because a part of me was wallowing in
self-pity that only made “I’m not feeling great” feel 100 times worse.
I’ve only got one first semester of freshman year, and as a
matter of fact, one life to live. I don’t want to waste it being sad—that’s
just not me and it’s just not fun. We got this guys. We have the capacity to fight
the grumpies with joy. I mean you’re wherever you are in life anyway right?
Might as well try to make the most of it.
Stay lovely,
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