Love and Things Like It: Hunt for Happiness

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go site It’s the first time I have been able to say that with conviction in quite some time, and I’m saying it in print so I don’t forget. So next time I think, with a melodramatic sigh, that things are crumbling around me, someone can point to this sentence and tell me to shut up.

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تداول اسهم الكويت Let’s rewind to about two weeks ago – I was sitting in a hotel in New York, brainstorming ideas for my next column. I had been traveling nonstop, was fighting with two very important people, and it was pouring. I’d sworn to a group of acquaintances the night before, after what was perhaps a few too many margaritas, that I was “giving up” on men for Lent – and I meant it. My outlook on life was as dingy as the slushy snow on the sidewalks of Manhattan.
I was stuck in a routine of drowning myself in work and sleeping through every spare second I had. When I was awake I was unpleasant, unclean and unenthused – what a catch, right? I was worn down– I couldn’t even get through looking for a parking space in the city without breaking down in tears. (And I used to have such great parking karma). That’s when I decided to self-medicate. Not with drugs or alcohol, but with things I knew would make me feel better, like getting out of the city for some fresh air, seeing my family and taking care of myself.

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source url But this “reflect and relax” binge made me realize one thing:  I was lonely.

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كيف تربح المال كطالب It’s not like I’m looking for a boyfriend or my life partner or anything serious like that. But as I disconnected myself from everyone in an effort to avoid spreading my plague of negativity and selfishness, I had no one to turn to, no one to hold my hand when I was nervous or to offer making dinner when I didn’t have the time. In an effort to make up for my lack of social life, I was working myself to death, taking on a handful of projects at a time and acting more selfishly than ever before. After some thinking I realized this was not the way to cure my loneliness. In order to have people around, I had to let them in.

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آرتشر إشارات الخيارات الثنائية So I started apologizing to the people I’d treated unfairly in the past few weeks. Miraculously, a very nice boy, who I had not been very nice to, was forgiving. I had really been an asshole, and as hard as it is to admit that, it felt good. He’s a boy I want to keep around, one who keeps me sane while driving me a little crazy (if you know what I’m saying). So I promised myself to make an effort to be more courteous:  less complaining, less texting, Blackberry messaging and e-mailing when with friends and more listening and adapting to the people around me. It isn’t rocket science, but some of us are slow learners.

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http://blindtrack.co.uk/?pelimok=%D8%A7%D8%B3%D8%B9%D8%A7%D8%B1-%D8%A7%D9%84%D8%A7%D8%B3%D9%87%D9%85-%D8%A7%D9%84%D8%B3%D8%B9%D9%88%D8%AF%D9%8A%D8%A9-%D8%A7%D9%84%D9%8A%D9%88%D9%85-%D9%85%D8%A8%D8%A7%D8%B4%D8%B1&266=eb I tested my findings this past weekend, and I’ve got to say, things are working out just as planned. I downplayed my “type A” characteristics and tried to go with the flow; I barely checked my Blackberry all weekend and I even volunteered to make pancakes early Monday morning (something I never do). My efforts were certainly a nice push for the flowering relationship, but I’ve realized that’s not really what matters. Ultimately, I’m happy with myself. I am proud of these baby steps, and while the springtime weather might be largely responsible, I already feel a huge change. I’m relaxed and content and I have someone who will tell me everything will be OK when I need to hear it. If that’s not happiness, I don’t know what is.

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