Here's an illustration of my secret to life:
Don't worry. I'll explain that later on.
Let me start by saying this.
Women of the world,
YOU MUST CHILL!
Or maybe, more aptly put: Quit complaining and start doing.
As Gandhi said, "Be the change you'd like to see in the world."
And as someone else said, "Worry is waste."
And as my friend's office plaque says, KWITCHERBELLYAKIN.
I have a plan, you see.
If you don't like your body, do something about it.
If you don't like your hair, do something about it.
If you don't like your clothes, do something about it.
If your parenting style or organizing style or marriage style or anything style isn't working, do something about it.
If you're not getting the sleep you need at night, or your body is acting weird, or something isn't quite working out, do something about it.
Translated, that means SEE YOUR DOCTOR, or at the very least, do some internet research.
If you're having money issues, do something about it.
As soon as one forces oneself to keep a running tally on the fridge of how much is being spent, the overspending often magically stops. Listening to Clark Howard's radio show is also financial contraception.
Which works for food, too. Making yourself visibly accountable does wonders.
You have to want change. You have to have some tiny, twisty interior moment that impels you to action. A minor epiphany. A major one. A dream. Something.
You have to want it bad enough.
We are far too old, smart, and pretty to spend this much time complaining about things that are within our own power. It's never too late to change-- as I mentioned on my post about revisions. Happiness is always in your hands.
I'm not saying I'm without fault in this area. But I'm doing something about pretty much everything on my list right now. I'm reading books, I'm Googling, I'm swinging kettlebells, I'm making doctor appointments for the things that keep me up at night. As long as I'm moving forward, I'm content. Even the minor failures aren't so bad, as long as your plan is in place.
Forward momentum. And constant vigilance. That's what it takes.
Sort of like a combination of Tron and Mad-Eye Moody.
And, apparently, according to that photo at the top of this post, Slave Leia.
Who, might I add, strangles Jabba the Hutt rather than remain captive. She's got moxie. Pretend Jabba is whatever is holding you back, grab your chain, and go to town, baby.
So, in conclusion, live your life like a combination of Tron, Mad-Eye, and Slave Leia, and you'll probably be that much closer to finding happiness.*
* Not a registered therapist, life coach, hypnotist, or dog trainer. Totally talking out of my ass here. But it worked for me!