Housewife’s Lament

We women write. We all write. We continuously write. We write checks, we write thank you cards, we write birthday cards, we write about our sadness, we write about our jobs, and my goodness, do we write lists. We do not, however, write about our happiness. Maybe, it is because we are too busy capturing the moment and living “in the now” to reflect upon it. I think not. We are too busy capturing the moment with our cameras and are focused on maintaining the moment through our diligence.

For once, take a moment, grab a pen, pencil, the green crayon off the floor and write about your happiness. Take this moment to recall a time when you felt happy or what you feel happy about in this moment, and write it down. Make it a memory that you have for your family and friends and most importantly, for yourself. We are like shadows in our own lives, taking the pictures, but never in them. One would think by looking at my photo albums and my journals that either I did not exist, or that I was chronically depressed. Ironically, I do exist and my sad moments are so fleeting that had I neglected to write about them, I would never remember them.

Dwell on your happiness. And dwell in it.