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Yes, I am happy, no thanks to…well, some

Denise at home for website

This has been the year of more negativity than I can ever remember.

It makes me think about how I find my happy place. It can’t depend upon the voices swirling around me. Goodness, there is no way out of the mire that way.

These are my tried and true methods for peace.

  1. Read the Scriptures for the day. I love my Missal. For someone who may be a negative nelly out there and think, “Why didn’t she say the B-I-B-L-E… yes that’s the book for me.” It’s because the Missal is Scripture. It is a lot like those compilations of daily readings so popular in the 1990s… Read the Bible in 365 Days. So, don’t judge me.
  2. I put on music. Good music.
  3. I walk. In my own back yard. With my dog. And I look at all that God has permitted us to have. Yes, I know those are sentence fragments. I have an M.A. in English. I use phrases for emphasis. So, don’t judge me. An English professor once told me that I could break the rules when I had mastered them.
  4. I don’t listen to the negativity. It’s not that I don’t see it. I see and hear it all. Hearing and listening are two different things.
  5. Other people do not get to have power over me. I used to have this necklace that said I’m a King’s Kid. I was ashamed to wear it back when I was in high school. It’s tough enough being a preacher’s daughter without advertising it every day in a public school. But now, I let my King’s kid status shine in bright neon letters. I’m not only the daughter of the King of kings, I am Catholic. And I am not ashamed.
  6. I love Mother Mary. Goodness, how does one keep from feeling anxious without her constant companionship and intercession. We all need a mother. A mother who sticks with us no matter what.
  7. I pray. All. Day. Long.
  8. I hug my grandchildren as often as I can.
  9. I try to be a giver rather than a taker.
  10. I go to confession and when I receive the Eucharist…I lower my head because I am not worthy. Praise God for the words of absolution! Praise Him with loud cymbals and close-packed branches waving joyfully…I am not worthy, but just one Word, and I am healed.


Bonus ideas:

  1. I say the daily offering before I get out of bed.
  2. I pray the prayer to St. Michael… often.
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