#HAWMC Day 2: Key to Happiness
What do you think is the key to happiness? Is it being able to overcome a hard time? Laughter? Maintaining a positive attitude? Tell us what you think and why.
I’ve worked really hard over the past several years to understand the actual question. I believe it’s really a lead-on question…but it uses the wrong word…the trick is in finding and understanding which word is the wrong word.
Is it “happiness”? Some people have blogged about happiness as a Webster’s Dictionary definition. Some people have shared articles with lists of what you should or shouldn’t be doing in order to find happiness. I can’t tell you how much I loathe articles of the “10 things you should/shouldn’t do” variety…because it indirectly makes people vividly believe that if there’s even one thing on that list that they do or do not, they are automatically a failure or, worse yet…sub-standard. But, that’s a post for another day. *shifty eyes*
Nope. It’s not “happiness.”
It’s the “what.” It’s wrong. For “Me.”…it’s ridiculously wrong.
It’s supposed to be…”WHO.”
Happiness is the umbrella.
The “Who.”…is “You.”…and the resulting answer as to what the “key” is, is this:
Thus, “Choice.” is the key to happiness.
I verily believe that what ones does with said umbrella of a term, “happiness”, is exactly what each of us chooses, or doesn’t choose, to do.
Case in point: Several years ago I was miserable. My life was shit, my relationships, even worse. I couldn’t wait to ditch the people who were making my life a living hell.
Then a psychologist my son was seeing illustrated a point to me, as a parent, that I should apply to my son.
The day I applied it to myself, it changed “Everything.”
What was the common denominator to my misery?
Thus, “Owning my shit.” was born. I was personally adding to the “Everything” by blaming the Cosmos, the baker, my fourth grade teacher…everyone but “Me.”
Own your damn shit, people. It’s the common denominator.
Own your shit + Choice = “Happy.”
Hobbies bring happiness. You choose to “Do.” them.
Family brings happiness. You choose to do activities and give time and love.
Laughter brings happiness. Moreso if it’s so hard it makes you pee. 🙂
Positive attitude? You choose to persevere.
Or? You don’t. It’s why I will never, ever, invalidate when I’m having a less-than-stellar day. I choose to have a certain reaction when things are going tits up. Sometimes, it’s anger and resentment and whatnot. My choice. My shit to own.
Chronic disease ain’t all purple painted ponies pooping butterflies jacked up on SugarSmacks, people.
Thus, it needs to be said that I recognize that when I’m *not* happy…I require more effort to redirect my focus from that which is making me want to punch the Cosmos in the junk, to something which is more amenable to “Happy.”
If there’s anything I’ve ever learned the hard way…it is most assuredly the correct application and personification of the word, “Choice.”