Writing a blog about being happy when you’re going through a rough patch in life can be challenging, thus why I’ve decided to write this.
For the past few months I’ve been happy less rather than more. Not to say I’ve been unhappy for months or anything, but for me, it’s been less than usual. I don’t intend to use this blog as a therapy session where I unload all of my problems into the world of internet energy and onto others, but more so as a “you can do it, if I can do it” sort of situation.
I often look in the mirror and wonder if I have become the person I was supposed to become, would my grandparents be proud? I’ve always felt like I had potential, not sure why or in what, but none the less I wake up everyday feeling like there’s a purpose out there for me. For weeks at a time I’ll think: AH! this is it, I’ve found it finally got my purpose. Then I’ll get smacked in the face by another let down, a big road block, a dead end, another big bill just when I thought I had an extra twenty bucks to spend and now I’ve got negative four hundred. And then I’m forced to reevaluate all over again: do I really have a purpose, does anybody, am I spending my days searching for something I’ll never find, or am I right around the corner?
I wonder as I’m sure many wanders do, am I even close to being on the right track? Is life about the bigger picture, or is it about all of the little things? I’ve always been able to extract joy out of the small things, like enjoying a cold diet coke on a hot day, or the simple beauty of a field of cows on my drive home, but lately even my little go-to’s haven’t been enough.
However, despite circumstance, I am realizing happiness is a choice, and like most other things worth having, takes work. So for now, I’m working on being happy more, and leaving the less in the dust…making little choices and taking baby steps just like Bob Wiley towards contentment and happiness (more or less).