Happy Places

As I grow older and less ignorant, I find myself reflecting on how I got to where I am and where I don't want to go.  When I was a twelve-year-old bouncing on my trampoline in my parents' backyard, I can remember thinking just the opposite:  where am I going, and where do I want to go. 

I've noticed with experience comes the knowledge gained from mistakes, and with mistakes come the cuts and bruises of defeat -- and with defeat comes humbleness. 

I have been very mindful of my parents lately, and what they taught me.  I learned best through their actions and words more than their directions.  I learned that being kind to others was far more satisfying than thinking only of yourself.  I learned that being passionate about something, and following through, was key to mental success.  But their death has also taught me things, too.  From their death, I've learned that I am not living forever.  I've learned that saving for a future may not necessarily be fruitful.  I've learned that complete sacrifice, while neglecting your current well-being, can be just as dangerous as not sacrificing at all.

I suppose what my rambling is trying to say, is that I have grown up in the last three years.  I've learned how to stand my ground.  I've learned how to frivolously spend while sacrificing for my future.  I've learned that having a good-paying job doesn't mean a rewarding life.  I've learned that relationships can not be implicitly trusted.  I've also learned that I can be loved.

All these things have paid off recently: I've progressed at work by standing my ground for what I believe is right.  I've moved into a beautiful new home, despite the unexpected change in plans (AND due to good planning!).  I've planned to make my career rewarding by starting my own business.  I also have used being single as a time to re-adjust my view on relationships and to determine what my needs are.

Honestly, I can say I am in a good, happy place.  I like happy places.