When I was 5 years old, my birthday landed on Easter. There was an Easter Egg Hunt at my uncle Jerry’s and the prize was a Golden Egg. My heart was racing with excitement as I gazed every nook and cranny of the yard, looking for the prize. And suddenly it appeared, as if my uncle wanted Me to find it on my birthday As he presented me with the Prize, out came his wallet and a $5 bill.
You would have thought Publisher’s Clearing House had shown up to my door with a big check. Stephanie Pletka, you are the winner of. . . drum roll please, $5 Dollars! Ta Da! I saw confetti, in my mind, that day.
I took that golden egg (eh hem – boiled egg dipped in gold) to bed with me. I carried it around in a little tin bucket all week. Till one day, high on the shelf, I discovered that in the middle of the night, ants had made their way up the wall, like a little army, and had destroyed my perfect golden egg. That egg represented my happiness and just like that: It was gone!
Webster’s defines happiness as a state of well being or contentment. They didn’t say anything about a golden egg.
Often times, we carry our happiness around like it’s this fragile object that can be taken away at any moment. Hello, my name is Surface Happy, a “fly by the seat of my pants” friend. It’s that (Wear it on your Sleeve) shallow happiness. With one blow of a horn, talking to a jerky customer service rep or the kids scraping paint off your new car with THEIR bike handles. . . Everything goes to Hell in a Hand Basket. The minute someone bumps your Happy, BAM, Happiness leaves the building and Crazy takes its place.
Don’t allow those individual circumstances to define your day. Happy needs deeper roots, like an oak tree planted firmly along a rushing stream. Don’t let instances beyond your control steal your happiness.
With all the places we go and the things we do, we’re constantly in-and-out of nice and not-so-nice moments. The kids make you breakfast (ah, how sweet) a parent calls you out on something (ah, I’m a sucky mom).
Of course, we’re gonna feel it in the moment, but we can’t allow those instances to determine the path of our day, or who we are as a person. We can’t carry the load of those who were mean or rude to us, on our back to the next situation. We have to isolate it in a box and see it for what it is. Learn to quickly slosh off the junk and Embrace a sturdier, hardier, healthier, deep rooted happy that can’t easily be bumped, destroyed or stolen.
Your Happiness is no golden egg, rather an Oak Tree not easily moved. Walk in deep rooted Happy today and when there’s a bump in the road, see it as just that, a bump. If you can hold on to “Your Happy in Life”, you’ll feel as though Publisher’s Clearing House made YOU the winner, and you may even see Confetti in your mind. Ta Da!
Here’s to Making Every Moment Count!
But godliness with contentment is great gain. For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out.