Sunday, 15 April 2012

On adulthood and happiness

Earlier today I was reading Rachel Brown's great post on approaching adulthood.  It got me thinking.  The Future is a topic under much discussion in our house at the moment, the big question for all three of us being where does it lie?  I say all three, in fact I mean two.  My four year is quite clear on where she's going:

Me: "What do you want to do? What makes you happiest?"

C: "I like doing everything."

And it's almost true.  She does whatever makes her happy and what ever she is doing makes her happy, because generally speaking, she's disposed to be pleased.  She's never bored.

 Serendipity has a funny way of littering life with signposts.  This week a new twitter friend points me in the direction of Jonathan Livingston Seagull.

Smiling his way through adulthood

Another friend posted this quote by John Lennon on facebook:

“When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.”
(I bet he wasn't 5 when he told them that) 

And Rachel referenced it too.  Lastly, there is a quote that I return to again and again which is attributed to Howard Thurman:

"Don't ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive and then go do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive."

It's a simple choice really.  Work out what makes you come alive and then do it.  Be happy.  Let serendipity play a part in your life, listen to your gut.

18 months ago or so, I drew a diagram of my perfect day aided by the lovely Michelle Woodall.  I lived by the sea.  I had a room of my own full of books and a comfortable chair.  I rose early and wrote.  I worked in the afternoon helping people to do what I do in my other life.

I imagined that it would take me years to achieve this goal.  Twenty years perhaps.

It won't. Or at least it needn't.  That life is right within my grasp if I don't let myself be sidetracked.  If I give myself five years, almost anything is possible.  

I set myself five years to write a book. I've written two books in two years.

So here's my challenge.  I give myself five years to transition from the current state of affairs to the mix I truly want to have: being a mummy, being a writer, being someone who helps others deliver.


Sarah said...

Great blog - inspiring, "serendipity and signposts" just what I needed to hear!
Like the list post too - I've seen the Northern lights they are wonderful and I used to be able to do a cartwheel when I was 10!

Meg McNulty said...

@Sarah oh I am JEALOUS! But I will see them too one day, preferably in a coat with a furry hood. :-)