Back to the question of why women would be getting sadder. Is it because of all the choices?
I do admit as I've gotten older that choices stress me more than they used to. I often muse that it would be easier if I was just always told what to do. Of course, then it would have to be the perfect, all-knowing person telling me these things. And they couldn't be bossy about it, because I do want to have my say sometimes. Or at least I want to be able to veto if I don't like the choice laid out for me.
Choices are hard, I guess that's part of the plan. We have to figure things out. However, when you get stressed about picking a paint color or what food to serve to dinner guests or one of hundreds of little, seemingly non consequential decisions that we face each day then I'd rather just be told - by a kind expert!
Maybe because we do have so many choices and so many opportunities we set ourselves up for wanting and expecting more and then we are disappointed? As an example: My husband is great, but he's not quite Gen Y. Yet I hear so much and read so much about men doing more and more at home and with their families. Do I set myself up then for disappointment because I know it's out there (the more involved, more helpful at home, etc.) husband yet I don't have it?
I think that's part of it for me. Not focusing on what great things I do have in my life and spending too much time thinking about what I don't. Or how it could be better, or different. This is when I need to stop and be grateful for what I do have. This is where I can march my little figure up the chart a notch because of ABC and not down because of XYZ.
Sometimes I also feel a bit like I'm floating along - not with a strong sense of direction. This tends to give me a sense of malaise as well.
It comes back to the remembering part and baby steps.
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