Contributor: Mollie Player
“Today, I made a decision: I decided to get happy.” That’s the first line of a book I wrote recently, a journal following my four-month quest for enlightenment and, well, just lighten-ment (losing weight), too. And guess what? By the end of that four-month period, I was happy.
I really, really was.
When I wrote Sometimes Very, my book about depression, it was my belief that the condition I had suffered with ever since I can remember would never completely go away. No matter how hard I work at it, I though, my brain would never allow me to be as happy as other people.
Then, through a series of realizations–most of which came to me through books like Neale Donald Walsch’s Conversations With God, I started to believe otherwise. And when I wrote the above statement, I was finally ready to try to experience simple, daily joy on an ongoing basis.
Previous to this, I wrote happiness-related affirmations in my journal, too. Affirmations like “I am happy and at peace every day” and “I am deeply happy. There is nothing not to be happy about in my life” and “I love waking up in the morning and I love the work I do every day” and “I am becoming enlightened.”
Today, my depression is gone. I have simple joy. And I feel closer to God, and more inspired, than I’ve ever felt before.
I’ve never asked for this much joy before, because I’ve never really thought it possible for me to have. But once I asked and believed, I did.
It’s spirituality for the rest of us
Eckhart Tolle is awesome. So are Byron Katie and all those Buddhist monks we hear about. Why, then, doesn’t their advice immediately solve all our most pressing spiritual problems?
Why are their results so difficult to replicate?
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