Sharing the Joy

Sharing the Joy

It can get a bit much when it’s all you seem to have.

People on Facebook who complain all of the time drive me crazy—so crazy, in fact, that I’ve taken to either A. blocking them or B. unfriending them altogether. There’s only so many times I can hear about you whining about being bored or not getting into some concert without wanting to take a blowtorch to my eyes, mmkay?

But lately, as I become friends with many more hippie unschooling moms—whom I love, by the way—I am bombarded with nothing but happy messages. And it would be okay if it didn’t sound so damn smug. “I made homemade salt and a dozen hand-sewn diapers today and I am so blessed and I wouldn’t have it any other way!” is lovely until you hear it every. Single. Day. I’m not even on Facebook as much as I used to be—which I like; I have a few moments of fun, check in, update my author’s status and check out—and I still see these shiny happy statuses everywhere I look.

The thing is, I believe them. I know they are true, because in the moments when life is not shiny and happy—the moment when your three-year-old defiantly crunches pretzels all over the carpet while you are in a conference call training interns and just looks at you like, “What!”—you aren’t going to be posting on Facebook for sure, so why would you report it to the world? You get on when you have a few moments to spare in sweet silence, probably unwinding with that cup of hot tea you promised yourself six hours ago.

And sharing it might be good for others. The more we share our joy, the more it magnifies—and I’m all about making a better world with positivity rather than negativity (ie, “Make Peace” slogans without the “Not War” part). That said, I think there are so many people just bumbling through life in sadness and despair, and when they see your happiness, they just sigh or cry or feel like even more of a “loser,” which, of course, they aren’t. I have a few friends like this, too, and anytime I post anything positive I can almost hear the sigh from across the country—or even the border.

So what do you do—share the joy, take care, or meet somewhere in the middle? I say do whatever makes you happy and if someone gives you trouble, kindly ask them to mind their own business. Their opinion of you is, after all, none of your business to begin with.