Inspiration · self care · self development

Define Happiness

Happy People by Little Big Town

What is happiness to you? I’m sure for each of us it would look a little different given our circumstances and personalities but do we all fundamentally need the same basic things to be happy? Or do we really need anything? Is happiness a state of mind?

When asked how you would define happiness what would it look like? Would you list things like a nice home? holidays? health? a job you loved? a loving partner? If so are all those things really necessary for happiness? Many people don’t have any of those things but still feel their lives are full and happy.

When I think about happiness I feel it is a place where I am at peace with myself. Happiness comes with genuine self acceptance of all our flaws, who we are, all our mistakes, all our experiences that have shaped us. It is a place internally of having worked through all of it and being back to the true authentic self we were born to be before all those relationships, traumas and life made us feel, shame, not good enough, too much, unlovable or any of the other negative views that may have been imposed on us or we have imposed upon ourselves..

When we were born we were who we are meant to be, before the world got its hands on us. We didn’t feel pressure to be a certain way, please certain people, travel a certain path. That authentic being inside you is where your true happiness lies. Stripping back all the hurt, judgement, shame, disappointment and anger, working through it and finding that child again means you can be yourself, love yourself and travel your path purposefully.

Doing the work to find that kind of happiness is not easy. Society has done a job on us and there are opinions, judgements and ideas that you have been listening to for so long that it takes a lot of work to address. I think our childhoods and relationships as well as living within our current society leave us all with coping strategies and triggers we need to work through.

When we have worked on finding self acceptance, we can really experience love for ourselves that allows space for genuine relationships with others that are not based on a “need” we have from someone else to fulfil a part of us that is hurt, or make us feel worthy but our relationships become a place that we gain love from others and give it without it being something we are relying on to complete us and make us happy. When we place our happiness in someone else’s hands we give them control of everything. True happiness is found within yourself and shared with others with the knowledge that it cannot be taken from you without your permission.

To experience happiness there needs to be level of gratitude for what we have. Being thankful and expressing it daily, leaves no room for negativity. Gratitude helps us to find happiness in the simplest of things: waking up in the morning, our morning coffee, the sound of the birds outside, the warmth of our bedroom….. and when practised daily it really forces us to feel that appreciation of life and what we have. Starting your day listing what you are grateful for is a fantastic way to introduce positivity and happiness first thing in the morning and setting your day off to a great start.

I think connection with others is important for happiness too. It is through working on ourselves and then connection with others that we learn and grow. We experience hurt, disappointment, kindness, love for others but all of those things are experienced differently when we are coming first from a place of self love and worth because when you have found that there is no fear of rejection or pain, you are confident in who you are.

I am a long way from this kind of self love and happiness but I have begun my journey and have quickly realised there’s a lot of work to do but I am already seeing, that questioning why I am feeling and experiencing different emotions and reactions in situations and relationships is showing me so much about where my insecurities are and how past events formed my behaviours. Its not easy to look so closely at yourself, it takes courage because we all have parts of ourselves we hide but if you’re brave enough it can bring so much growth and happiness into your existence.

Inspiration · self care · self development

Home is……..

a place where special memories are made.

What is home for you? Is it where you live now? Or is where you grew up always the place that pulls at your heart strings and deserves the title of home? Home for me is more about the feeling and people around me than a particular building but much of that is because my current home is the one I’ve never really settled into and knew my marriage was on the rocks the day we moved in so now it feels like a pawn in the game of divorce.

My childhood home in North London – Harrow has the fondest memories for me and I still feel my roots are there despite many friends leaving and moving away, as well as myself and my family. My mum though still resides on the estate where I grew up and when I visit I feel comfortable and just a sense of “home”. My mum lives opposite the primary school I went to and the community centre I frequented weekly at “kids club”. Will it still feel like home, when my mum is no longer there? I don’t know. The area has changed, the people have changed, the community is more disjointed but my memories of a fabulous childhood remain. Outdoor summers, manhunt and British Bulldog, the ice cream van and coming home when it started to get dark. It was a childhood that felt free and full, which I’m thankful that I experienced before the advent of social media, mobile phones and all that goes along with it.

My childhood home I can remember in detail. The decor, fireplace that I would sit in front of with my sister and melt our chocolate digestives, leaving chocolate marks on the bars. The toilet downstairs that I would be so scared to use in the middle of the night. I’d come down, flush and run like crazy so the boogie man didn’t get me! Neighbours knocking on the door to borrow 50ps to put in the electric meter daily, everyone helping each other out and knowing who lived in every house on the estate. Community was important. Life was simple. Am I romanticising my memories? Do I have rose tinted spectacles on when I describe life growing up and my home on the estate in Harrow? Maybe. I’m sure there were a lot of hardships too but as a child I don’t recall them. I had no real worries and isn’t that what your childhood memories should be? So I guess I’m blessed.

The bungalow we live in now needs a lot of work but more significantly there has been a lot of heartache here. That has tarred my memories and probably how I feel about the years we have spent here. When the time comes to sell and move into a home of my own I’m sure I’ll feel a sense of excitement as well as trepidation at doing that alone. The excitement is tangible though and I look forward to making a home for myself and my kids that works for us and that is looked after and welcoming for family and friends because for me that’s what makes the memories and happy times and turns those four walls from a house into a “home”. As much as we can love a building and pour some of ourselves into the decoration and upkeep, a home is the memories made by the people within it, that is what I believe and what is imprinted on my memories so fondly from my childhood. It isn’t the “things” we had in our house or how great it looked, its the time and experiences with my family and friends that made it special.

Inspiration · self care · self development

Find the courage to begin…..

Every journey needs a first step…..

There’s never an easy way to start something new. There’s often an anxious part of you which battles the negative thoughts that ask questions like “What if its rubbish?”, “What if no one is interested in what you have to say?” or ” What if they laugh at you?”. Often that internal narrative is enough to stop you in your tracks and for that idea to be parked for now or maybe even forever.

Not today though, not this time. Today I have tentatively taken the first steps too putting my thoughts on paper. To unravelling my own bullshit on this journey. A journey after a divorce of almost 25 years of marriage and for the first time ever really understanding why I am the way I am, what parts of my life shaped me and working through healing them to be authentic and true to myself.

At 47 years old I am finally really experiencing self care for myself and what that means for me is setting boundaries, being selfish, saying “no” when its right for my own mental health and only allowing people in my life who have positive energy and are motivating and inspiring.

This blog is a journal of what that journey looks and feels like. The messiness, frustration, disappointment as well as growth, self love and hopefully joy in creating a life I love and remembering the person I’d lost along the way.

It takes courage to look at your flaws, be honest with yourself, really honest and challenge what you had previously made excuses for. Anyone on that journey alongside me. I see you……. I’m proud of you!