Sunday, March 29, 2009

A Word About Unhappy, Miserable People (UMPs)

It never ceases to amaze me that in a world where there is so much to be grateful for (giggling babies, dogs riding with their heads sticking out of car windows, cancer-free lives, democracy, chocolate cream pie, Seinfeld repeats, Louis Armstrong's "What a Wonderful World", The annual hotdog-eating contest at Nathan's in Coney Island, Blue Man Group, Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, the smell of fresh-mowed grass, sunrises, sunsets + everything in between), there are certain people that still plod through each day angry + miserable, bemoaning their fate and blaming others for where they've landed in life. I call these folks UMPs (short for Unhappy, Miserable People), and they never fail to inspire awe in me with the lengths they will go to try to make you an UMP as well.

I'm sure you know a few UMPs yourself--let's face it, we all do. There's one lurking in every office, every gym, every neighborhood, and they just love to chip away at you with their UMPiness, hoping to wear you down so you become as bitter as they are. Well, I have news for you UMPs of the world (and you know who you are!)--there is a little thing called gratitude + it is a super force field against your UMP-Rays. As a person who wakes up each morning filled with gratitude that I am here to enjoy another day, grateful for the simplest gifts I've been given and am allowed to witness (please reference list above in paragraph one re: babies and chocolate cream pie) I pity you for wallowing in your Unhappy Misery.

Readers, with tomorrow being the much loathed back to work day (and thus, an UMPs favorite day to wreak havoc) make a commitment to be grateful for the gifts you've been blessed with. Moving forward, start each morning by sending a thank you out into the universe; do it from bed, or in the shower, or on line at Starbucks, or in rush hour traffic...but do it. I promise that you will become happier and more peaceful as a result.

Of course those grumpy UMPs won't stand a chance, as they are rendered powerless in the face of true joy and contentment. Yes, yes, it's sad that they choose to fester in misery rather than soar with happiness, but the way I see it, that simply means there's more chocolate cream pie + peanut butter cups for us.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

So true! There are too many UMPs around, we can't let them bring the happy, positive people down!