Forcing joy

I've been quiet here lately, because well I've been super unhappy.  No one wants to read about true life - where a wife is a ball of emotions, and kids are fussy, and a house that is a cluttered mess of boxes (still).  I've had nothing nice to say, so I've said nothing.

But silence hasn't helped.

So today, I write.  Sincerely because it is therapeutic.

I don't do well with change.

All in the course of 2 months time there has been an explosion of change in our household:

1. Graduated from grad school, started studying for a HUGE exam.
2. Quit a job, working with people I honestly loved.  
3. Had a baby.
4. Sold a house.
5. Bought a house.
6. Moved to a new state.
7. Enrolled our oldest kid in a new school.
8. Hired a new nanny.
9. P and I both started new jobs

Ryker stated exactly how I felt two nights ago.  

"I hate Mississippi.  Mississippi is stupid."

But dwelling on that gets us nothing but further into a pit of unhappiness.  These last 2 weeks of stressing, worrying, crying, and hating these changes has gotten me absolutely nothing.

My best friend texted perfect words this morning.  Even though she is clear in OR and I'm in MS, she always has the right things to say, at the exact moment I need it.

"just know it's only for a season and seasons always change."

So today, I am choosing joy.  Even if I have to force it, because being unhappy is exhausting.

Happiness is on the horizon.  I can feel it in the changing crisp fall air we woke up to this morning.

Cheers to fall, and finding our place in MS.