No adventure in life is ever complete without an artillery of lessons learned. Be it small, big, life-changing, or somewhere in between, some of life’s most incredible journeys are brought about in order to teach us things.
But in order to learn, you have to be aware. On the lookout. Observing life around you rather than glancing at tomorrow and forgetting about today. Right now. This instant.
So, in an effort to remain in the present I am going to capture the lessons that I learn everyday on this incredible trip I am on, and share them here on The Happiness Cocktail, with you, Happies.
Most will be small, as daily lessons so often are, but by sharing what I’m learning might just help you learn too. And who doesn’t love to learn? Or maybe you’ll read this and think ‘what a crock’ and continue on your journey leaving me, and The Happiness Cocktail behind. I hope that doesn’t happen, but if it does, I’ve already learned how to deal with that, too.
So, for the next 101 days or so, The Happiness Cocktail will be taking a slightly different turn, bringing you short bursts of information about things that are happening in the here and now. I hope you enjoy it. And please, feel free to share your life lessons along the way too. It’s all a part of experience.
Lesson 1: I’m definitely not 21 anymore. And I’m OK with that.
There was once a time (about 5 or so years ago) where going out and sipping cocktails and dancing until my feet were blue was the most awesome experience of my life. I’d wake up the next day a little worse for wear, but things would bounce back to normal in no time at all. A greasy breakfast and some sort of caffeinated drink would have me back on track, ready to do it all again the next day. Hey, I was at uni and ‘work’ didn’t really come into play.
Skip to yesterday, however, and the day-after-a-night-out in New York has taught me this, Happies. I am not 21 anymore. In fact, I think I’ve gone the complete other direction and turned into a 75-year-old woman trapped in a 27-year-old body. Either way, I can’t drink like I’m in my early twenties anymore, but the best part is, I actually don’t want to. My health is far too important to me now, and it’s an exciting feeling realising that.
Perhaps it’s my healthy lifestyle letting me down. I might be physically fit, but piss-fit? Forget about it. Those rare nights of inhaling cocktails and stopping off for pizza on the way home hurt my poor little frame far more than what it’s worth.
I’m getting older. And perhaps a little wiser. And unless I want to waste an entire day in bed, I should most definitely put down that 3rd cocktail and enjoy the rest of the night sipping water. Boring? Hell no. I’m fun, especially when Whitney Houston starts playing and I make a beeline for the dance floor. Yep, I’m officially getting old. And I love it!
Tell me Happies…
What age did you start realising that you weren’t as young as you felt?
Are you in the same boat where you choose health over alcohol?
Have you any lessons you learned today?