We each define and crave for happiness differently, depending on our needs and our wants, sometimes even based on our instincts. Financial freedom, for most, will bring them joy as it creates a comfortable world wherein they are no longer burdened by the trivialities of modern life. Having a special someone, to be adored and cherished, to be surrounded by family and friends, to be part of group; these are probably important sources of happiness for the lot of us, too.
Why am I suddenly writing about being happy? It’s not because I have found the formula, but rather because I am like everyone else; trying to find the balance. But what makes me truly happy are the simple things in life that we often fail to appreciate.
I am happy when I am watching TV with my son. I get to share a simple experience that enables us to bond. Some people get bored with children’s cartoons and shows, but not yours truly. The same goes when I am watching a movie with the sperm donor or just watching a TV show that we both like. The quiet gives me a sense of well being, and their closeness comforts me.
I am happy when I am reading a book. It gives my brain a chance to recuperate from the stress of work. I’m transported to another world wherein I am the heroine. I have just finished reading Northanger Abbey (by Jane Austen) for the nth time. I may read Price & Prejudice again or maybe finally finish New Moon (by Stephenie Meyer).
I am happy when I am working, because it means that I am earning money. I know that I will be able to give my children a good future and afford little luxuries. The sense of security that comes along with receiving a paycheck every 14 days is comparable to getting your monthly period (LOL).
I am happy when I am talking to my friends and sharing my life with them. Because that’s what relationships are all about – sharing your life with someone. Even when we have nothing to talk about, or we’re chatting up a storm; the conversations strengthen my belief that I am lucky because I have formed such wonderful friendships over the years.
These are just examples of what makes me happy everyday. It’s like an escape from reality for me. No, I don’t have to go away to find myself; because what I am and how I am are reflected in the eyes of those dear to me. This doesn’t mean though that I have to find happiness in other people because only I have the power to make myself happy. I have the choice to smile and start the day right or frown and torment myself with unnecessary thoughts.
Right now, I am feeling down in the dumps because I haven’t thought of my own happiness. I’m so focused on what others feel that I have forgotten to love myself. All the things I’ve learned have gone to waste, and I am living once more for others. I guess I need to find the balance, a way to prioritize myself without taking for granted my loved ones.
