The Spoils of Happiness

So, I’m pretty happy. I’m excited about our move to Texas and reconnecting with friends and family there. I’m excited about owning a house. I’m excited about the work I’ll be doing. I’m happy how well Little Sir is embracing all of this. And the new adventures that await…

And it’s not just me. You know that feeling of “flow”? The little signs and affirmations from the Universe that make you feel like there’s a resounding, “YES!” That’s happening too.

It’s good.


But my joy isn’t shared by everyone.

There are those that my new life inconvenienced. Confused. Hurt. Some a little. Some a lot.

And that doesn’t feel good at all. To them or to me.

I don’t know what to do about it. Do I miss out? Do I give up? Do I settle? Do I fail so others feel successful? Do I wait until everyone feels the way I want them to feel?

It’s the nature of life, isn’t it? For the job someone got, someone else didn’t get it. For the game your team won, my team lost.  I’m moving on, but that means some are being left behind. My timetable is now. Theirs is wait, what’s your hurry. Something has to give.

It’s been hard to know people are hurting because they don’t like my choices. It hurts that they are hurting. Their disapproval and judgment hurt. The way they’re expressing their hurt is painful.

I wish it was different. I wish my happiness was shared by everyone. And I wish those unhappy would handle it better. I wish what other people think didn’t bother me as much as it does (for the record it does bother me less than it used to so yay! for progress).

I hope those unhappy will find their happiness soon. I hope those who need to adjust make their way there soon. I hope I stop worrying about it.