Because I’m Happy…

I think every person has their moments of despair, anxiety, disappointment, sadness, and discouragement. We are all human. It’s natural, even if we are one of the happiest people around. Life is no easy ballgame for ANYONE to play, even if it seems as though to an onlooking outsider.

But when those moments come around where a person can look past all of the despair, anxiety, disappointment, sadness, and discouragement, and acknowledge the happiness that they have been granted. I think it is important to recognize and show gratitude. So with this post, that is what I intend to do…

Because I am so busy (and tired), I rarely have time to write. I am a horrible blogger. But the truth is, I created this blog to (try to) keep account of my journey and new experiences so I could not only gain perspectives from other global bloggers, but most importantly, so I would not forget (to express myself).

But as I sit here listening to music and writing a new friend that I have made in Spain. It hit me! I have been listening to Pharrell William’s “Happy” on youtube for the past couple of days. I listened to the song twice today. And it is because there is a sense of happiness coursing through me.

While I am dealing with some things internally that no one (but my mother mas o menos) is aware of. I am still able to show gratitude for these moments of happiness because I am able to acknowledge how fortunate I am. I LOVE my job and the kids I get to care for…and most importantly, I feel their love as well. I am in another country getting to experience a whole other world. I am gradually seeking progress and obtaining success in my independent professional endeavors. And both my family and I are in good health. How could I not be happy? How could I not show my gratitude? How could I not be appreciative for this day that has been made, enabling me the opportunity to continue working towards my many, many goals?

It also doesn’t hurt to separate yourself from negativity. Including people who do not promote happiness. Here come bad news talking this and that. Well, I should probably warn you I’ll be just fine. No offense to you, don’t waste your time.

I have met people here in Spain. Some wonderfully nice and welcoming. Some hesitant and judgmental. Some who I think just didn’t click with my personality due to (cultural) misunderstandings and miscommunications. Who knows. Either way, I am thankful for everyone I have crossed paths with because it has given me the opportunity to reevaluate myself and my approach. Being able to recognize my areas of improvement and consider alterations in order to better acclimate myself in my new surroundings has strengthened my chances for achieving happiness and serenity.

And because of this happiness that I feel inside. I know no feelings of regret. I know no feelings of revenge or trying to intentionally do back to others what I feel has been done to me in the few months I have been here (because other than the fact that messing with people’s heads and livelihoods is just not apart of my hustle, bad karma is no bueno). I know feelings of compassion and understanding. We all have something going on in our lives and you never know

This is what I hope for us all. That in spite of our unfortunate “moments”, that we are able to find contentment in our circumstances. That we are able to set aside our pride, jealousy, envy, regrets, judgements, vengeance, and other emotions and actions birthed by insecurity, fear, and pain. That we are able to experience happiness. It feels so good 😉

Dedicado a Papi, mi nuevo amigo. Con amor, Nicola.

2 thoughts on “Because I’m Happy…

  1. It’s really nice to read this and see someone going through a similar set of struggles as me. I like what you said about how you meet all these new people and sometimes your personalities just don’t click. I feel like that happens at hyper-speed when you first move abroad. It’s happening for me at least, and it has really been a test of my resilience and character. I feel like at home I already knew so many people and was able to fit in pretty easily to the surrounding culture; I rarely had to go out of my way to introduce myself to new people. But now that I’m in Italy I’m meeting so many people all the time. . .and there’s a certain amount of baggage that comes with being a US citizen abroad. . .lots of cultural ideas and stereotypes get projected. So I find myself running into lots of awkward moments. I meet a new person and we go out for coffee or something. . .there are some people who I genuinely connect with, but other times it just gets awkward.

    Anywho, thanks for the post!

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    • Hey Ashley. Thank you for responding. Its just as reassuring on my end to know that there are other foreign travellers experiencing similar obstacles…feeling like I have to go out of my way in multiple aspects (the way I dress, how much English I use, what I divulge about myself to others, etc.). But you’re very welcome for my post. And I’m truly appreciative of yours. This is a reason I began this blog. I hope all is well with you! And am looking forward to reading more about you and your experiences on your blog! Take care Ashley. Te hablo pronto 😉 Besos!!

      And its funny too because I spoke with one Spaniard girl (around my age) and she initially asked what stereotypes had I heard about Spain. And I was thinking, what I heard is not the issue because I make my own ideas about how I feel and what I think. The issue was what I was actually experiencing that was reiterating those stereotypes. But again. Fortunately, while I’ve had some unexpected experiences/encounters and discouraging moments. I appreciate them because they too have taught me self-reflection, patience, understanding, forgiveness and resiliance.

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