a thing i have to keep reminding myself is that i am responsible for my own happiness. which sounds trite af, but not when i’ve broken it down for myself.
i work bat hours so it’s not i could casually join in with whatever plan is convenient for the 9-to-5ers. i am budget conscious. i am a snob about music and good vibes. i am extremely introverted, i will be at a gathering of close friends and i will love them all but i will still run away for a long breather during the gathering at some point.
all that to say, to make sure that i am making myself comfortable enough to be happy is labour that i must be pleased and eager to do for myself. to reach out to people who would be pleased to hear from me, to not be anxious about it, is emotional inner work. to make plans that aren’t plans that are traditionally fun, but oddly fulfilling for me and my folks, will make me happy down the pipeline. i like this girl from my recent project, and she’s been complaining that she couldn’t put a good hole in her wall for hanging up her guitars. i’ve volunteered to come over with power tools, and we’d hang out too. i am taking welding lessons cos woodworking is limiting at some point. i went to poke at old bundles in jb, just cos. it is okay that these are plans that need a bit of context to understand, that there isn’t an fb event link or an easy summary for them. i don’t have to explain that i also like pretty dresses on my days off.
i am responsible for filling my calendar and head and heart up with people who are challenging me in good ways, and to peer at our interactions to understand if the anxiety is stretchy-good, or wheel-spinner bad. to be fruitful, is to be mindful. i don’t need someone else to save me by inviting me to things, or coming up with mischevious schemes, when i have these things in my noggin too. and if no one wants to come to my odd things or be part of a dumb joke, that is also ok, cos i am quite good at laughing at myself, with myself.
that also means that if i need to not read a toxic person’s messages until it’s morning, cos it’s my recuperation twilight at 3am, that is fine. if someone demands something of me suddenly, and urgently, and i can’t put my own work aside? that is fine. if i don’t feel like i can respond in a centred, kind way, and i need time to come back to a question or a challenge, that is fine. and if i am pushed, and push back, and my sarcasm, rage, and defiance flares up, and i have to deal with the consequences after, that is also fine. it is too easy to let my truth be mutable and mallable, and sometimes it all snaps back into place, and that is a very fine thing.
it feels like a stretchy-good thing.