A woman named Maggie S. had a great post about why she sets goals on the same week that Meg Cabot had this great post about putting on your big girl panties and dealing with things.
Another writer friend, Lisa, had this post of awesome about how you should follow your bliss.
And articles about goals and finding your bliss are constantly all over Medium.
Which made me think.
Note: Me thinking is somewhat dangerous.
But it made me think about what I want out of life and I realized that I have no idea what my bliss is or how to follow it.
Yes, I am blissless!
I mean, I am not like Eeyore and looking sad and finding negatives everywhere.
Eeyore: I can’t believe you used me as an example.
Me: Sorry Eeyore.
I am a pretty happy person actually, but I have never consciously thought to myself: SET GOALS. FOLLOW YOUR BLISS. PUT ON YOUR BIG GIRL UNDERWEAR.
Does anyone else not like the word ‘panties?’
I really don’t like that word. Especially when men over 72 say it.
Anyway, I just sort of live and not worry about bliss and it’s worked for me.
But now I want to have some bliss to follow. Not a Tiger Woods kind of bliss where I eschew all responsibility and just sort of follow my libido to the land of porn stars and cocktail waiters because… um… EW!
Not a politically motivated bliss where I ignore all opinions and facts outside my own bubble because also … ew.
But some sort of nice, legal, personal, without-negative ramifications bliss.
And I have to wonder… Am I the only one out there who doesn’t know exactly what her bliss is?
I sort of just find bliss all the time, in random things like Gabby my dog rolling in the snow…
Gabby: Hey! This isn’t a snow picture.
Me: You blend in with the snow in all the snow pictures.
Gabby: True. I will give you that one and add that my bliss is basically these things: squirrels, cats, squirrels, Sparty Boy (my doggy boyfriend), Cloud Kitty (my cat girlfriend), when chicken falls on the floor, car rides, belly rubs, squirrels and the Fed Ex man with the beard, the one who gives me treats.
Sorry for the Gabby digression.
But I find my little bliss moments with her or Sparty Dog or the cats humiliating themselves by jumping on the counter and missing
Koko the Cat: I am going to go to sleep and pretend you did not mention that event, which should never not be mentioned, Human!
Or getting to touch a copy of DAD WITHOUT A DAD, which came in the mail.
He made this! Isn’t he talented?!?!?!
Or getting this amazing ornament from one of my other friends, Alyson.
SHE MADE IT! Isn’t she talented?!?!
Or just getting some awesome Christmas cards from amazing people like Cheryl and Akiko.
But maybe finding little bliss all the time isn’t how I should be. Maybe I should working for a big bliss, a followable bliss.
Do you all have a bliss?
Is it silly even to ponder this?
Should I just put on my big girl underwear and move on?
Or should I just be psyched that I have some amazing pets and friends and tiny blisses all around me? I think I know the answer, but what about you?
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