In Part 1, I reflected on my tendency to rationalize around my happiness. In Part 2, I talk about how I changed. So after all of the reflection on my life, I realized that my happiness was my problem, and mine alone. I had to resolve to figure out how to make myself happy. I didn’t know what the hell it was that would make me happy, but I knew that only I could figure it out because I don’t think it’s acceptable to expect someone to give me something I can’t give myself. And frankly, I think it’s unfair to put the burden of my own happiness, mental health, etc. on another person. What makes the difference in my happiness is my choice to make my life fulfilling for me, regardless of the different factors I faced on a day-to-day basis. I’ve always had a mix of the things I felt I needed to consider myself established, content, and even happy, albeit not always at the same time. However, until now, I didn’t stop to think critically about their purpose in the grand scheme of my life. I seriously think a switch was flipped and it was like “Look, you have […]
It never fails that every six months or so, someone who knew me from my days as a journalism student prods me to get back into the field. Their arguments always run like this: “You’re such a good writer. You should really consider it; it would be so easy for you.” “But don’t you miss it? The research, the interviewing … creating the story?” “Why’d you get a degree in it if you’re not going to use it?” The truth is, I do miss it. I miss writing with a purpose. The only writing I do these days are blogs and even then, it’s only when I’m in turmoil. I would love to write about things that have little or nothing to do with me, my feelings, and my experiences. And I really miss the writing process, especially the editing. That was always the part I enjoyed most: going back to a piece with fresh eyes, looking for some detail or insight I left out that the reader(s) wouldn’t get anywhere else.
Few people know how much I love genealogy. It’s the most fulfilling thing in my life aside from Coco, and she’s partly the reason I’m so into it. In any case, I’ve wanted to do this kind of post for a while, so here goes. By the way, this is going to be long. Sorry. First things first: I’m not a licensed genealogist, so I think you should take my advice with a grain of salt. There are tons of people who are trained in the many ways of genealogical research, but I’m not one of them. This is just a list of what I’ve found to be most helpful in my own research. Some of this may work for you, some I’m sure won’t. Likewise, I’m sure some options may not even be options for you (you’ll see what I mean by that soon). Oh well. Just take from it what you will. If you don’t know much about your family, I’ll give you this precaution: you WILL find out something you didn’t know before … probably something the people you call family did NOT want you to know, sometimes for good reason. Accept it, try not to make […]