Why can't your life be your "happy place"?

It's been a while since I've been had the inspiration to really post on here. But, lately I've had a burst of life management and would love to share it as it progresses... I have much I'd like to say, but considering it would be ironic to have an unorganized blog about life organization, let's start with one thought at a time.. Getting the most tacky/heart-warming one out of the way first, ey?

Supposedly everyone has a "happy place." A place where they mentally or physically run away to in times of stress or discomfort. Where I've honestly seen happy places the most is on TV, on shows to add a humorous element to a characters break down/discomfort. It's especially on new millennium Disney pseudo dramas, and sometimes shows up on cheap, network sitcoms.

I always felt odd that I didn't have a happy place. Actually, when I was younger, even mild problems I'd immerse myself in the issue and obsess over all the problems with it. As I got older, and the idea of a happy place came about, I was always on the look out for one. 

In fourth grade, when all of my body issues and self-conscious problems started happening, honestly, Hot Topic was my happy place. It gave me a sense of self and expression that gave me confidence about being different. It allowed me to embrace my difference. 

Once I got to sixth grade, or so, Hot Topic evolved, and so did I. I didn't like have one set sense of style and self. I liked exploring myself and having an eclectic wardrobe that expressed my eclectic sense of self. Although, when school began to overwhelm me, and true life issues started, and my life began to feel unorganized, office supply places became my happy place. Still to this day, five years later, I still go there to escape. I can walk around, in the bright, happy, fluorescent lighting in the clean, but not overly sterile, livable space with products that inspired me to organize and center my life. Well, really, it would just organize it. Allow me to solve all of my teenage issues by boxing them up in little cubbies or cabinets or whatever little cute products they had to make it aesthetically pleasing and manageable. It was a quaint thought.

Although.. Now? As an 18 year old, soon to be high school graduate, with semi-"real-life" problems, where's my happy place?...Well... Let's start at my last happy place. I went there a week or two ago. A few days after my four week mark from the last day of school, where I tried on my graduation gown, started my first day of work (a real, corporate chain job), applied for the first time (and got rejected for the first time) for my my own credit card, learned about credit scores & finance joys of being an adult, went to my college adviser, couldn't fit into my perfect dress (or any of the dresses I liked) for my first & last dance of my high school career, and other stressful in-between stuff... I went to an office supply place, hoping to get my mind off of things, and found nothing really terribly helpful. Actually, I began to feel slightly more bogged down.

I've realized, what used to bring me happiness were material solutions to simple lack of self issues as a kid. Now, as I've gotten older, I can realize these issues in myself and solve them. And relaxing for a bit as I clear my mind, meditating, even if it's just for a brief second, is the best escape I've found.
At that moment, the one where I realized that my happy place is created by me, I thought about what truly makes me happy. Like, reading my daily simplicity of joy book, and immersing myself in big projects, and exercise, and meditation, and finding far-out ideas and theories that can put the universe in this whole new perspective. In these moments is where my happy places are found.

So, why not, incorporate those into my everyday life? Why not live in my happy place? Why not string as many of these moments together as I could so you can make your life as much as your happy place as humanly possible?

Stop buying your happiness, and simply live it every day. What I've done is, I've even created a little table of the top 5-10 things that make me happiest, and left some room where I could journal what happened on that mini-journey in that moment, which, as silly as it sounds helps me remember to live out my happiness, and also enables me to keep track of the ever evolving list of things that make me happy and/or become stagnant. As tacky as it sounds, it kind of adds a bit of sunshine to my otherwise, drudgery hour-to-hour planner. 

New Moon Contemplation - An Ephinany!

According to Squidoo the New Moon, "represents the force of death and decay. Activities and magic related to cleansing and destruction are appropriate for this time." And, Pagan's Path  the New Moon is "used for personal growth, healing and blessing of new projects or ventures."
I work (or worked--I'll get to that soon) at a pagan based healing center & boutique, a fellow receptionist told me about how this New Moon is has heightened purging aspects. Last night is when the new moon came to fruition. So, I went to the backyard to do a half-assed solo manifestation ritual.

As I laid there in my back yard I first realized that it was amazing how bright the stars shown without the moon to outshine them. I let myself admire the beauty and soon got back on track. I thought about everything I want to manifest and how I want things to go. Tuesday, I lost my job in the crossroads, not due to my personal screw-ups though, so on the bright-side I have a great reference under my belt. I also have lost a few material possessions and people who weren't exactly benefiting me. My life definitely decided to do some purging... Which, the great part is, I now have a practically blank slate to build from. I have so much I want to do, and have a deep inspiration right now to stay on track. Like the moon, I'm ready to go back through the cycle to build myself back up to shine.

BUT! In this middle of this deep contemplation my huge, fierce black cat - who generally is feared in the night, not the one who does the fearing - comes to where I was laying meowing up a storm. He keeps staring slightly towards the sky, so finally curiosity gets the best of me and I look up. Only to find a huge animal walking to power line above me like a tight-rope! I ran inside and found my mom who was equally as amazed. She turned on the outside lights, and soon we got in her car and turned it around where we could watch it. It turned out to be a young-ish possum who seemed more frightened that he was up there than us. The possum circus, the first time I've ever actually seen a possum, was quite entertaining. But, got me off track and unfocused.

As I was laying in bed I realized I completely forgot about finishing my manifestation thoughts! At this point I had and Epiphany: This was the metaphor of my life. As I'm going through the day, attempting to manifest anything, soon a possum dances by doing something amusing, and there I am, off track and out of sorts. This is my enemy! The possum circus is my obstacle to accomplishment.
Game Plan: Amuse the enemy, enjoy the enemy, but from now on, do not give into the enemy.

Now, the hard part, actually sticking to the plan.
I've got my weekly task list uploaded, although, there's only 3 days left of the week, so it was slightly pointless. Soon, over the weekend, I'll also have a daily to-do list, just because I think having it up publicly will keep me honest.

Okay! Time to move on to my next manifestation. Note to self: avoid possum circus.

How Appropriate

Going with the whole theme of this blog, I've started this with no real time to create a legitimate first post before afternoon classes began. I apologize for the lackluster-ness of it all right now.

I promise I will get something with more oomph and complete my profile as soon as I can.