Happy New Year TDC readers! We hope 2015 is starting out great for you!
As this new year begins, I’d like to talk about something that can often times go unnoticed for too long, or even sits on the back-burner while life’s ups and downs, responsibilities, and distractions take over our lives.
That topic is: the feeling of happiness.
There are many aspects and things we do in our daily lives that make us happy, but in true TDC fashion, I’m referring to different stages of a relationship. I can tell you the exact moment I knew this was going to be a post; it was Friday night, January 9. I can’t tell you the time because I don’t wear a watch, and my cellphone was buried somewhere in my purse, but it was definitely at night because that’s when I was spending time with the guy I’ve been seeing. But, that day had been the farthest from good that I’ve experienced in a long time, and the best way for me to describe it would be to say that I floated through it in a fog. I think we’ve all been there. Anyway, he asked me what was going on so I told him and he invited me over after work.
We’re not in an “official” relationship yet, as those words have yet to be spoken, but when I’d seen him earlier that week, we’d discussed where we thought this was going, and both agreed that we are heading in that direction. If you’ve been keeping up with these posts then you’ll know I don’t have the best track record, but here’s how I know this guy is different; when he tells me something, I actually believe him.
Back to Friday night- I told him about what was bothering me, he offered a few helpful words, and then attempted to distract me with dinner and a rousing analytical game of trying to get this little red car out of this grid lock setup. I forget the name of the game, but the more important aspect is that this tactic worked! Then, we decided to watch an episode or two of Mythbusters, because he’d been watching it before I came over and here’s where the main crux of my story comes to fruition. Sitting on his couch under some blankets, my head resting on his chest with his arm draped around my shoulder, it hit me, I was happy. And that despite the terrible day I’d had, I still found a way to make room for him, and how he’s made me feel over the past few months.
I’m happy with where we are, happy with where we’re heading, and happy any time I’m around him. Even when we’re not together, thinking about him never fails to put a smile on my face.
Sorry, I know that was a long(ish) story, but I do have a point, and it’s this; no matter what’s going on in your life, good or bad, make sure you take the time to appreciate when someone makes you feel happy, because that feeling makes the good better and the bad tolerable. Don’t be afraid to tell that person how you feel either, (because that makes them feel good about themselves) that they’re doing something right, and that they’ve made a difference in your life.