A few weeks ago I was listening to an interview on the radio and there was a question about writing a list of 4 things that make you happy. Or maybe that was the answer, I can’t remember. But I remember the list part. Four things that make you happy.
But, hmm, what makes me happy
You know when Jerry Seinfeld was asked what he likes in a woman and he said “I like what’s good. Smart, beautiful, funny. All the good stuff.” That’s how I am with happiness, I like the good stuff, the same stuff makes everyone else happy.
Which (maybe you noticed) totally avoids the question.
The whole idea of being happy is new to me. For a long time I gave up hope on happiness and settled on content. I was going to be the most content person out there. Me and contentedness would be the best of friends.
Again, avoiding the question.
If I am to enjoy this life of mine, I’m going to need to meet happiness head on and get on board. Only I really and truly can’t think of a single thing to add to the happiness list. Really. And truly.
After several years of losing myself to the demands of parenting, I’m in a bit of a “who am I again?” stage. Like a brand new college graduate setting off with a backpack and a Canadian flag in search of herself, here I am. Only I have a Roots purse and an iPhone.
In the Runaway Bride, Julia Roberts’ character has always ordered the same eggs as her finance and has to try all the eggs to find which one she likes best. That’s what I need to do, try all the things and find which make me happy.
On the plus side I enjoy eggs nearly every way.
Do you know what makes you happy?