In my quest to fill my life and psyche with only positive mojo I just reread Eat, Pray, Love. I love that book, I don’t care that it’s quintessential poplit at this point, it always fills me with feelings of hope and self acceptance and makes me feel like all of my feelings are completely universal. Every time I read it I come away with new little treasures of inspiration. I dog-eared a page with this quote yesterday and have been rereading it all day:
“People universally tend to think that happiness is a stroke of luck, something that will maybe descend upon you like fine weather if you’re fortunate enough. But that’s not how happiness works. Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it. You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings. And once you have achieved a state of happiness, you must never become lax about maintaining it, you must make a mighty effort to keep swimming upward into that happiness forever, to stay afloat on top of it.”
That’s exactly what I’m working on!
That Elizabeth Gilbert is a smart lady. Well, not according to my co-worker who stopped by my desk to exclaim how much she hated Eat, Pray, Love. To each their own I suppose.
If you knew/know me in real life you would know that I’m the kind of person that is always early. I seem to spend half my life waiting around for other people to get to wherever it is I am. I don’t really mind this. What I do mind is being late or feeling unprepared. Last night, however, I was a complete disaster. I was scheduled to test a new fitness class and review it. In a very un-like me moment I didn’t double check the location. I’d been to this gym before and knew exactly where it was. Except, it wasn’t at that gym. There was no way I was going to make it cross-town before the class started. At first I felt awful. I wrote to the press contact and apologized and asked to reschedule. I can’t believe I did that.
Then, as I walked to the train I thought “Very few things in life are irreversible. You’ll go next week. In the meantime, you’re sick maybe it’s best to not infect an entire gyms worth of people and instead go home and cuddle up with your BFF Nyquil.”
And that’s what I did. Not being perfect is apparently not the end of the world. The press contact wrote me back and said I could come next week. While this may have been a very minor moment in life, it represents a bigger theme. I’m going to screw up sometimes, we all are, but most of the time it’s really not that big of a deal in the end, so maybe we all need to stop beating ourselves up about it.
Oatmeal with banana and almond butter
Tuna salad on whole grain roll
It’s the only soup I had in the house, and everyone knows you need soup when you’re sick:
Udon noodle soup with shrimp and brocolli