{"id":2349,"date":"2008-07-01T17:00:28","date_gmt":"2008-07-01T21:00:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/klishis.com\/notreally\/?p=2349"},"modified":"2008-07-01T18:03:39","modified_gmt":"2008-07-01T22:03:39","slug":"joy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/klishis.com\/notreally\/archives\/2349","title":{"rendered":"Joy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>You may possibly wonder why someone who is 38 celebrates her birthday (and Christmas) as if she was in elementary school. I mean, birthdays are just marking one year older, right? What&#8217;s there to get excited about?<\/p>\n<p>Well, there are two reasons behind it.<\/p>\n<p>First, as many of you know, I have suffered from depression since I was sixteen.<\/p>\n<p>Second, my grandfather died days before my fifth birthday.<\/p>\n<p>I know. Michelle, you&#8217;re thinking, that&#8217;s really depressing. Are you trying to relive your childhood or something to make up for past misery?<\/p>\n<p>As amusing as that idea may be, no. See, it&#8217;s like this. After my grandfather died, my family made sure that his funeral would not be on my birthday. My memories of my 5th birthday are that I got an <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Inchworm_(toy)\"> InchWorm<\/a> and had a Holy Hobby ice cream cake. In retrospect I can see in my memories that people didn&#8217;t seem as happy as they usually were, but it was my day, and I had a great new toy (I have *no* idea how my parents got the inchworm from Baltimore to Morgantown, with a 5 year old, a new born, and a dachshund in the back of a Volkswagen bug, but that&#8217;s a subject for another time.). The point is that despite everyone&#8217;s misery, they made a point to let me have a happy birthday.<\/p>\n<p>What I have learned from this, as I&#8217;ve grown older, is you have to take joy wherever you find it. Little things or big things it doesn&#8217;t matter. From checking the mail to new flowers to growing a year older, there are always things to enjoy, if I only stop and think about them.<\/p>\n<p>Yeah, some days it&#8217;s hard. But the thing is that happiness can be a routine just like anything else. Even on days I&#8217;m feeling bad, I can feel my spirits lift, even if it&#8217;s just a little, as I go to the mailbox. Because until I open the mailbox and sort through the mail, anything could be there. A check, a new magazine to read, a letter. So how can I not be happy at the possibility of something good awaiting me? And if it&#8217;s a bill? I can be happy that we have enough money to pay our bills and live without worry.<\/p>\n<p>Is this a foolish way to live? Perhaps. But I think it&#8217;s better than the alternative.<\/p>\n<p>So if you feel up to it, do a little happy dance for me today. Just a small one. And if you make someone else smile, then you&#8217;re doubling the amount happiness in the world, even if just for a few moments.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>You may possibly wonder why someone who is 38 celebrates her birthday (and Christmas) as if she was in elementary school. I mean, birthdays are just marking one year older, right? What&#8217;s there to get excited about? Well, there are two reasons behind it. First, as many of you know, I have suffered from depression [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[15],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2349","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-depression"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/sefxA-joy","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/klishis.com\/notreally\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2349","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/klishis.com\/notreally\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/klishis.com\/notreally\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/klishis.com\/notreally\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/klishis.com\/notreally\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2349"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/klishis.com\/notreally\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2349\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/klishis.com\/notreally\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2349"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/klishis.com\/notreally\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2349"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/klishis.com\/notreally\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2349"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}