Recently, I read somewhere the following:
“It’s overrated,” my ex said. “What is?” I asked. “Marriage or divorce?” -“Happiness”, he said.
Happiness is such a big word. We are taught to achieve happiness in our lives, but what exactly is happiness?
Over my 5 decades I have discovered there are many kinds of happiness, and some are very much related to the age you are or the place you are.
Remember birthdays when you were little? Best-thing-ever! Now, I don’t really care much about my birthday and certainly don’t lose sleep over it the night (or weeks!) before, giddy with excitement. Or certain vacations? A cappuccino in Venice? That’s happiness!
Now, happiness comes and goes. And dare I see that can be heavily influenced by hormones? Gotta love that middle age body and mind!
The other day, I cried, twice. Once, because I felt sad. I went to the grocery store and saw a man get out of his car at the gas station across the store. For a split second, I thought it was my brother. That would have been extremely weird, as he lives in a different country (and drives an electric vehicle!). But just seeing this sort-of-look-alike, made me feel sad and miss my brother, and the rest of the family. I had to stay in my car for a few seconds to compose myself before getting my groceries.
After the groceries, I drove to work. The commute is amazing and might be one of my very favorite drives. And it dawned on me how incredible fortunate I am, living on this beautiful island and seeing this amazing view of the Atlantic Ocean while just doing errands. That made me cry too, but of happiness this time.
I have been working a lot less lately and that is hard. I have to learn to adjust to my new position, going from being in charge to someone only working as a substitute, when needed. But I was needed this week, which gave me a great feeling.
And the weird thing is, it also gave me a bunch of energy. Coming home after work, changing into my work clothes, and working on my bathroom project, or going down into the basement workshop and turn some wood.
That is true happiness! Music going, very much also depending on mood and just being in my own little happy bubble.
Today was a bit less happy at first. I kind of got into a funk and couldn’t explain it. (Hormones again?). I turned up the music and started deep cleaning. Nothing will get you out of a funk better than dancing with your mop and ending up with a clean kitchen (even if it is the kitchen at work).
I came home and took the dog for a long walk. This is when I do all my processing and self-reflection. Are you happy? I asked myself.
Difficult question. I think I am. I should. I live in a beautiful home, am still married to the guy I met 28 years ago, have three wonderful grown children who are healthy and doing well, a lovely dog, time for myself and time for work, I have my health and still both my parents. What is there to be unhappy about?
I am happy. I truly am. Even when some days I feel it a little less. Even when I am in a funk.
And I don’t know if happiness is overrated: I think it is nice to feel happy and to actively achieve that feeling. Whether that feeling is what is called happiness, I do not know. I guess as long as you try to create that feeling, you are going to be okay.
For now, I think I will pour myself a glass of Scotch. That always gives me a very happy feeling too!
And tomorrow’s happiness might come in the shape of a long walk, a finished project or the simple activity of eating dinner together as a family. Or listen to my niece sing on Spotify. Smile!