It was the fall of 2006 and every aspect of my life was in the pits. I hadn’t slept through the night since my daughter’s birth, about 26 months before. I was ghost writing a difficult book, one that required every amount of my patience as I refereed arguments between the author and editor.
I wanted my husband to drop dead. I wanted my mother to stop complaining to me about my husband. I felt completely ineffective and overwhelmed as a mother. I couldn’t seem to make ends meet financially. Every month we spent more than we earned, and our credit card balance kept going up as a result. If anything disturbed my sleep—including my husband’s snores or the dog flapping his ears—I woke in a rage, one that I was not proud of and that made me feel deeply guilty—especially when I smacked the dog across his snout for daring to want to go out in the middle of the night.
I’d lost touch with my two closest friends, who’d both moved to other states. I hadn’t gone to church in years. I hated my house, especially when it was stink bug season or rodent season or carpenter bee season.
One day, I found myself on the floor of a public restroom, my knees pulled into my chest, tears streaming down my cheeks. I was crying for no reason. I was crying for hundreds of reasons.
My life was a mess, and I didn’t know where to start.
I started by signing up for a meditation class. I attended each week without fail. I was so sleep deprived that I fell asleep anytime I lay on my back and closed my eyes. My chances of learning how to meditate in my condition at first seemed hopeless, but over a period of weeks I began to feel calmer. With that newfound calm, I realized that my marriage was about to dissolve. So I ordered a bunch of marital improvement books.
A year after that, I realized that my friendships were not as strong or authentic as I would have liked, so I addressed those, too. I repaired my relationship with my mother.
One Sunday morning, I went to church.
And slowly, one step at a time, I dug my life out of the general category of mess and became a happy, functioning member of society again. You can, too.
Where to Start
It doesn’t really matter where you start, as long as you start somewhere. There’s no best way to start improving your life. There’s no best area to work on first. Just start with one change—one meaningful change.
By meaningful, I’m not talking about making yourself happy by rearranging your furniture, buying a new outfit, listening to happy music, or sending yourself flowers. Although such things might give you a temporary lift, they don’t change your life in a meaningful, continual way. They are temporary mood-boosters. They don’t solve problems. They postpone them.
Use this advice:
Think of your life in categories. My categories are: Parenthood, marriage, friendships/relationships, career, and personal and spiritual growth. I try to make sure I balance and feel good about those categories at all times. Whenever I start to feel resentful, bored, overwhelmed, frustrated, run-down, or angry, I think about which of those categories is causing the problem. Am I stressed about work? Am I irritated with my husband? Am I overwhelmed with motherhood? Do I need more time to myself? Such questions help me to narrow my focus, so I know which life role needs the most attention now.
Break problems down into small solutions. You can’t fix a bad marriage in 24 hours. You can’t cure the terrible 2s in a week. You can’t change careers instantly. You can, however, make one small request of your spouse today. For instance, you might ask for help with the dinner clean up. You can decide to implement a new nightly toy clean up ritual. You can surf around Monster.com immediately. Take small, doable steps toward your goal.
Expect failure. Not every solution will work. Toy clean up night might evolve into Scream At My Child To Clean Up Her Toys Night. A simple request to help with dinner clean up might be met with an angry, “Don’t I do enough for you already?” You can’t predict any outcome. You can’t ever know whether a solution will work-until you try. When one doesn’t work, learn from the journey, and change course.
Over time, if you learn from your mistakes and persevere, your life will continually improve. Eventually, you’ll come to that blissful place where most areas of your life are “as good as it gets” and you feel confident knowing that you can deal with any problem life brings your way.
Have you successfully made big life changes? Share your advice for others in the comments area.
This post is part 3 of a how to be happy series. Read the How to Be Happy series from the beginning.
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it’s like you have an insider’s view to my life right now–it’s funny that you mentioned a mediation class, because in all my running around, i came across a yoga class being offered at like 6 bucks a class that seemed to good to be true yet just what the doctor ordered.
i’m gonna try the catagories thing and give that a test drive. i’ll let’cha know how it goes.
great post–i really needed this today!
Great post Alisa! This has actually worked for me in the past. Separating your life into categories helps to stay focused and prevents you from wasting precious energy on the wrong problems at the wrong time. I learned to refocus my energy and work on tackling what is important at the time.
I’ve done many things in my life that required change, hard change. And I guess the best thing to remember is that it seems to get worse before it gets better. In college I worked with a psychiatrist and she used to remind me that the hardest time for someone suffering from depression is on the up swing (whether they had a life change or medication was starting to balance them out). That’s when they are at the highest risk of suicide. I’m not saying that changes are insurmountable and not worth it, I’m just saying don’t give up!
I remember when my man and I were in a rough place and we both had to make substantial changes. At first we were even more frustrated at each other, every mistake seemed huge and we were both on edge. But as weeks turned into months we realized we were so much closer and in a better place to weather more difficult storms than the one we just sailed through.
Thank you so much for this! It’s really something I needed to hear right now!
Insightful Series.
Thank you for sharing your experience, strength, and hope.
It helped.
… A Tip that has worked for Me:
ACT AS IF!!!
When plagued with Self-Loathing, Self-Doubt, Anger and Crippled by Paralyzing Fear… PICK A HERO, whether real, imagined, iconic or allegorical… THINK OF A BEING YOU ADMIRE WHO HAS THE MOXIE TO TRANSCEND THE DILEMMAS YOU FIND YOURSELF DROWNING FROM… VIVIDLY IMAGINE THAT YOU ARE THAT COURAGEOUS, CONTENTED SPIRIT IN A WAY THAT WORKS FOR YOU PERSONALLY…. AND VISUALIZE HOW YOUR ICON WOULD TRIUMPH ABOVE AND BEYOND THE PAIN OF WHAT IS HURTING YOU.
… Like a Child: PRETEND. ACT AS IF YOU ARE A PERSON WHO HAS ALL THE TOOLS AND SAVVY TO BETTER YOUR SITUATION. THEN, REPEAT THE FANTASY IN YOUR MIND. PLAY OUT YOUR SUCCESS, TAKING TIME TO SAVOUR THE SPECIFICS AS MUCH AS YOU CAN AS YOU DO SO. LITERALLY “FEEL” YOURSELF, YOUR PHYSICAL BODY AND ENVIRONMENT AND ALL THE DETAILS YOU CAN TAKE IN… BE YOUR HERO AND LET YOURSELF SOLVE YOUR ISSUES TRIUMPHANTLY.
ACT AS IF YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU FEEL YOU CAN NOT. PRETEND!
I hope it helps.
I came across your site today after several searches. I woke up this morning embarrassed that I poured my heart out to a nearly perfect stranger at the bar last night about my failed relationships. I was so ashamed about several things: that I use drinking as a scapegoat for my issues, that I am so obviously not over my ex and that I made both of these things quite apparent publicly. I didn’t even want to get out of bed after realizing this, but as that was not an option, I decided to look for help.
I’ve blamed everything for being in my twenties. I figured that this was just a time of my life that I was going to have to struggle and deal with it by keeping my head up, but I’m not proud of my attempts. I have a hard time not snapping at my dogs who just want attention when I get home from work. I go to movies by myself as a therapeutic approach to releasing the tears from my pent up anger. I have a bottle of wine a night in order to feel some peace, but this approach is clearly more destructive than beneficial. I want to feel like myself again, but I wasn’t sure how.
Your posts are eye opening. Thank you for putting your own experiences out there. As you’ve mentioned that you’ve read many books on the topic in the past, could you suggest some for me to pick up? I know that I can’t undo the earful I gave to the poor soul at the bar last night, but I do want to make strides to becoming the person that I know I can be and prevent those mornings of humiliation in the future.
Well put… one thing that really helps me is the famous saying that I have on my refrigerator ” the serenity prayer” When life gets tough, I read this several times and I think it through ….it usually works for everything…The other thing that works for me is I ask myself the question, twenty years from now will this really matter…if my daughter wants to wear jeans to a Christmas party and I want her to wear something nicer? Is it worth a huge fight? Probably not, life lesson will prevail…she got to the party, and everyone was well dressed, and she realized she should have dressed up a bit.. and I didn’t have to do anything, no fight, just realization.
Well, after another long drawn out fight with my husband, I took my children and went to my sisters! I listened to her and mother opinions on my situation! While I was working on some homework (just started back to school a mo. ago), I decided to glance at some marriage help sites! It was until I read your blog, I started to understand! I was already working two jobs before I decided, if I am going to go back to school I better go now! So, a month later I am completely exhausted, waking up crying because I am not getting enough sleep and I felt as if I was doing it all alone, even though my husband stepped up to take care of house work and fight the kids off me so I could do homework! It’s me putting myself through this and I need to own it! I’m wasting time blaming him, when I need to fix me and hopefully in turn that would help our reltionship! This was an eye opening blog for me!
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