Tag: happiness

Not A Secret

The Internet is full of clickbait lists and “hacks” to help humans who are busy chasing dopamine while the proclivity to happiness evades them.

Happiness still often evades me. I feel pretty sad and powerless a reasonable amount of the time, but that’s really not a huge problem imho. That’s the condition we are all in.

I can, however, say with confidence that this stage of my life is by far the happiest and most peaceful I have had the pleasure of living through.  A lot of terrific and terrible things have happened to, and because of my-silly-little-learning-self and my choices and the chances I have been given or made.

Feeling decidedly comfortable being home but absolutely champing at the bit to keep moving and planning and researching to decide what the future looks like for us.  My trauma left me in a pretty constant state of flight or fawn and I don’t feel like fawning or placating anyone anymore, so fly I must.  I will always touch down long enough to check in with some of my special people.  Never really know what that looks like or how long it will be between connecting.  And that’s okay.

We returned to Aotearoa from Japan last week and the beautiful home we rent is clean, the bags are unpacked, and everyone in the family is doing things they need to or make them happy.  Jamie is tucked up in bed after a huge day out running errands together. Steph is at work, Daniel is recovering from some kind of man-flu (not covid), River is hanging with his cousins and friends, Damon is visiting his daughter and having a swim in the warm summer ocean over on the shore.  And my asshole cat is in the yard being an asshole and soon he will thump loudly down the hall with his three legs and jump into bed and fall asleep next to me.  

The farm (our newest and my personally most rewarding venture) has been well-managed with three lovely capable witchy women employed to manage turn overs and ensure guests are greeted with clean sheets and enough marshmallows to roast on a crackling fire.  I am very pleased and very proud of the people who manage and contribute to that growing venture, and reminded that I am not capable nor interested in overly ambitious projects or any level of HR.  People are beautiful and complicated and generally and genuinely I don’t understand them.

Nor, do I care to.  I am not here to understand people.  I thought perhaps I was at one time.  And then, I tried very hard to connect and consider people and their motivations and meaning every chance I had.  That ended disastrously.  

I think, perhaps, I am here to live the next part of my life in peace and occasionally write something down that someone somewhere might find useful, comforting or perhaps confronting enough to consider change if change is called for.  Not my place to say or assume.  

Maybe, though, really all I need to do, is just be.  And of course, as I hope will be printed on my epitaph if I am given one… try in earnest not to be a cunt.

I do not have a any particuilar secrets to share on how any other person can get to the comfortable state of not giving a fuck, yet still feeling genuinely grateful and engaged.  I know that my own road to this place was fucked right up in innumerable ways, and if I were given the choice to make the same choices all again I am not certain which ones I would change.

But I can offer you some observations.  I’ll even make a list:

  1. True Love means trial, error, gratitude and actually being with someone who cares as much if not more about your happiness than their own and vice versa; I don’t know that any of us are guaranteed this opportunity.  Nothing ventured nothing gained
  2. You are already a miracle

Regardless of your spiritual or scientific leanings, the likelihood of you being here is incomprehensibly small, it is worth reminding yourself of that in both the good and bad bits.

  • Gratitude is like a fertile chestnut that will grow into a mighty oak

A thank you goes a long, long way.  Withholding or denying yourself or others genuine gratitude does not go un-noticed.  The amazing thing about gratitude, like kindness, is that it doesn’t actually cost you anything to share or honour, yet will pay off in multiples.

  • If you care to have good friends be one – be the friend you most need for yourself!
  • Everything and nothing actually matters – Butterfly effect, physics, spirituality… cause and effect.  Everything we do affects and effects things we see and do not see.  Yet the infiniteness of the cosmos kinda embraces and swallows us all up, no matter what we do.  So drop pebbles of kindness and curiosity into the pond of the infinite universe and let those beautiful ripples radiate.  No need to risk actively engaging with negative, destructive or ingnorant ripples.  Nope nope nope.  I reckon there’s some serious consequences for actively engaging in badness, even if I have no way of quantifying or confirming it, it feels really real.
  • Laugh – don’t underestimate the power of a whole being belly laugh to move things around.
  • Ask questions – you know the saying, you won’t know if you don’t ask
  • Do it – sometimes it’s best to act first and think later – but check your gut first on this one
  • Say it, someone else is probably holding the same thought or question and will appreciate your having the courage to speak their thoughts
  • No is a full sentence that shouldn’t need any explanation
  • You can’t necessarily control anything but how you handle things after the fact will be what people most remember, you will never truly know the power of your reactions… see number 5 it’s kinda vibe-ing on the same frequency as this observation 
  • Be kind to yourself – yes I struggle with this one too but at least try to notice also even the small kindnesses you may pay to yourself
  • No need to be kind to everyone but avoid being an asshole (don’t be a cunt)

I ended on that note because it is the mantra that is cross-stitched and framed in our guest bathroom.  A very confronting and divisive word, but powerful.  Also ended on the 13th point cause it is a pretty great number in my opinion.  

Thanks for reading.  Have a lovely rest of the week.

XXOO

My Happiness

It is the last day of 2023 and it has me feeling all grateful, nostalgic and shit.

So. Gratitude.

I am married to a font of joy and childlike enthusiasm.  Damon can be heard singing every day.  He could be in the shower or pottering around.  He sings the wrong lyrics to existing tunes or makes up songs that are heavily punctuated with my name: “Dianna, we know she can-a do ANYTHING!  And she’s so pretty and sexy toooooo” is just one example of the many bangers that come wafting from the kitchen or shower as my beloved goes about his day

He’s also got a cute little interpretive dance improvisation situation he busts out while driving or if he’s got his music on while he flits like a wood nymph around the farm.  

He has off days and gets in a huff sometimes, but generally and on average I suspect he might be one of the happiest people walking the planet right now.  

I wish MOST people could be as content as my zesty, tidy, hard-working and super sweet silver fox.  Maybe I even wish everyone could be that happy.  The world would suck less if people were less angry and more inclined to sing and dance and feel free, complete, and blessed.  If humans were generally less power and money hungry and more willing to sing in the shower and stay too long in bed snuggling someone they adore, maybe we’d all be okay, and there wouldn’t be so many angry violent assholes raging around destroying things.

Tangent.  Sorry.  I try not to fixate on the wars and weary world we all collectively continue to damage and destroy… I save those conversations for IRL talks with trusted friends.  I know where I stand on the divisive conversations and situations unfolding around me, and I do not have the strength or inclination to fight those causes on a digital front.  But writing this is a reminder we are overdue a contribution to one or more of the trusted relief agencies we support.

Tangent over.  Back to my train of thought about Damon.

Nostalgia.

When we first started dating he was not the happiest or most childlike person you’d happen upon.  He was more like a kicked puppy than the free styling, shower-singing, dad-joking, happy farming fella his is now. And I was a complete self-loathing hot mess who was convinced that I was far too much for any one human to Love or handle.  I trusted too easily, took far too many stupid risks and had no sense of safety, boundaries or self-worth.  Shortly after we started seeing each other, he was left to sweep the shards of me up off the floor after my second nervous breakdown in as many years.  Thankless, terrifying work for an already exhausted human who had his heart and mind mangled by his own trials, changes and choices.

Nobody (including me) would have bet on us making it out of the gate as a couple. Yet, here we are five years later, building a narrative that is actually evolving into a meaningful little legacy of regeneration, biodiversity, community, kindness, empowerment and plenty of messy mistakes that we get to turn into learning opportunities.

It actually took the entire universe conspiring to keep me from lighting a match and burning our chances to the ground as I was accustomed to doing for so long.  I was not quite convinced of the concept of one true Love forever and Damon was undeniably terrified of what might happen if he made himself available to hot mess me.

So the world shut down and we were locked up on the farm for weeks and weeks.  And it was easy, and it was pleasant and it was wonderful.  There was no way for the outside world to enter our idyllic bubble, and Damon had to drive down to the end of the road and sit isolated in the car all day to continue his duties as CEO at the environmental trust he was managing.  He’d get home and any access to the outside world was again severed and we’d frolic (often naked as the day we were born) in our private little wilderness.  We’d thrash through gorse and pampas and plant perfect little veggie baby seeds and plan improvements on our piece of paradise.  Our only visitors/neighbours were the Kereru, Tui, Waxeyes, Ruru, Piwakawaka, Tuna, Kura and skinks.  

I had no idea how important those weeks offline and immersed in nature would set the tone for one of the most epic tours of self-discovery and complete re-shuffling of goals and priorities.

We are doing our best to parent 7 amazing kids.  We are trying to be kind, fair, clear, inspiring, and generous to our team and contractors.  We have THE most incredible friends and there’s never enough time to catch up with everyone we Love and admire.  Yet, when we do, it is always incredible.  

We still have to navigate an immense amount of stress and BS that is beyond our control.  We (mostly Damon) have some more grueling months or years ahead where we have to deal with people who we do not like or respect and who live in a world of priorities that we find dull, basic and actually quite unpleasant.  But we stand firm in the power we do have and we are consistent and clear on our own vision and strategy.  I am pretty sure the happiness and completely peripheral success we enjoy far FAR away from their world irks them.  Their measures of success is power-hungry patriarchy bullshit we don’t have time to be impressed by EVER.  I’ve never seen that formula work for anyone. The people who play in that sandpit are usually lonely, arrogant, sad and more often than not insufferable to genuine and authentic people. But they can go ahead and fill their expensive designer boots with their posturing and pathetic game playing.  We will be well shed of it all at some point and they’ll never cross our minds or paths again.  Whew.  That’ll be a good fucking day.

So any given day, while mean greedy people are busy doing mean greedy things somewhere that we definitely are not… Damon spends the morning wrapped in my arms for long lazy moments pontificating at length about how precious, smart, kind and beautiful I am to him.  I do not feel beautiful as I have packed on more than a few happy pounds, but with him I feel safe and complete and I do not for a second have any reason to doubt his devotion.  He’s an awe inspiring human inside and out and he’s too fucking good for me in any measurable sense I can think of, but here we are… and for that I am so consistently and overwhelmingly grateful.

I spent years making countless futile attempts to do anything to feel worthy and be Loved.  I was ALWAYS in places and spaces where I was not welcome or appreciated.  Many people were kind and encouraging, but too often they were opportunistic, mean, cruel, dishonest or just awful.  Don’t get me wrong, I was a big part of the problem back then too, as I managed to scare off or freak out good people who meant well by being an inconsistent, self-destructive, impossible fucking mess. But the rub on this and the message I am trying to share is that back then, the people who really ought to have been protecting and respecting me and were the closest to me, were actually putting in effort to disempower, humiliate and destroy me. Not. Great.

So yup, I was looking for purpose in the wrong places, faces and pursuits.  Nothing I did, regardless of the results, was ever good enough for the people closest to me back then, and it probably looked from the sidelines like things were kinda okay.  I’m especially grateful to the handful of people who watched and waited for me to get my shit together and can have a safe and rewarding relationship.  I am way better regulated since hooking up with and marrying my happiness.  

So.  What I wanted to say was:

If you are going through hell, keep going.  Find help and remove yourself from toxic people, places and patterns and start a life that is safe and gentle and may look absolutely NOTHING like the life you have known.  Give away the things that do not serve you and know that you are worthy of honesty, respect, joy, safety and Love.  We all are.  If you’re made to feel you are not, you are in the wrong place and trust me we are better off alone than surrounded by people that destroy our peace or actively derail us.

The person you choose to spend the most time with sets the whole tone for your life.  The things you enjoy doing and the people that feel safe and welcome in the culture that you create and nurture is incredibly influenced by the person you choose as your emergency contact/partner.  

If you are still reading, can I also suggest this year that you try to nurture the friendships and pursuits that are rewarding, good, fun, and on balance make you and those involved better for the effort.  HOWEVER… Do NOT expect or demand perfection from yourself or others.  That’s just not even a thing.  Do have firm and well communicated boundaries and stand firm and fair concerning them as you navigate.  But do not waste what precious time you have being gaslit, ignored, abused or underestimated.  Vibe high and your people will find you.

Reasons and seasons and lifetimes your angels and advocates will find you, and false friends and problematic or opportunistic people will test your boundaries at times too.  Don’t give up on people but make it clear what you will and will not tolerate and when your trust or boundaries are broken let go and get on with your beautiful magical life.  And do it without any hate or bitterness in your heart.  We are all fighting a hard battle.  And we are all at different stages of our journey and evolution.

So that’s my soppy message for the last day of 2023.  If you are going through hell, keep going.  If you are feeling safe and blessed and growing, keep going!  You deserve peace and joy and magic.  

I wish you good health, and more belly laughs than heaving sobs, but enough of every emotion to keep you humble, brave, and connected to the things you Love in the year ahead.