I’ve fallen in love again. With my life.
I don’t remember ever being so happy. It’s like an unfamiliar feeling swelling in my chest. It’s like my body is full of swirly, twirly things like giggles and somersaults. At first, I didn’t even know what the feeling was. I thought I had the flu or an episode of acid reflux. Maybe it was even an anxiety attack, which makes me feel all whirly inside, but not in a good way. Actually, I sort of felt drunk, but I knew it wast that, because the last time I looked, there was no alcohol in coffee, tap water, or caffeine-free Diet Coke, my daytime drinks of choice.
“I am still determined to be cheerful and happy, in whatever situation I may be; for I have also learned from experience that the greater part of our happiness or misery depends upon our dispositions, and not upon our circumstances.”
- Martha Washington
I realized, after the feeling persisted for days on end, that I wasn’t in a manic phase of my imaginary manic depression. I was happy.
Usually, I’m cheerfully defiant of all the miscellaneous bad crap that happens to me . Someone said to me yesterday, ‘Why is it so weird that you are feeling happiness? You always seem so positive.’ Shhh come close. I’ll let you in on a secret. My cheerful demeanour is all an act. Much of the time I’m navy blue inside.
But not any more. Now I’m bright pink. And red, orange, yellow, green blue, purple. The colours of the rainbow. Like Holly Hobby with a rainbow. And glitter.
I was just at the Women in Biz Conference, and a speaker, Susie Parker of Sparker Strategy Group, spoke about intuition and facing fear. She asked a series of questions designed to help us connect with our deep feelings about our lives. We were to answer first impulsively, and then she asked again, but we were to reflect.
What are you happiest about? She asked. First word that comes to mind.
My job. I wrote.
What is your greatest goal? She asked. First word that comes to mind.
Write a book. I wrote down.
What are you happiest about? She asked. Upon reflection.
My job. I wrote.
What is your greatest goal? She asked. Upon reflection.
Write a book. I wrote down.
“The secret of happiness is not in doing what one likes, but in liking what one does.”
James M. Barrie
Who is most happy about their job? Finally, at the age of 43, outside of my children, my husband, I have something that I do that I love. I have found my place. It may have took a while, a lot of experimentation, determination, intuition, and of course the trouncing of fear.
But, to wake up every day, excited, and happy to get to it. What a great gift. I seriously recommend finding fulfillment outside of your family. Whether it’s through work, volunteering, or a hobby, just do it. My Dad was right; fulfilling yourself through your children is self-defeating. They will grow up and make their own lives, and you’ll be left talking to your dog. A wife needs to be a woman and a person too.
“Happiness lies in the joy of achievement and the thrill of creative effort.” Franklin Roosevelt
The second answer. Write a book. A daunting prospect. A childhood dream? Who knows. But, again, doing it. I wrote about submitting manuscript pages to The Humber Writer’s Workshop last week. I got in. They read my pages and didn’t laugh. Instead, they said this.
When I received the email, my husband didn’t ask about the cost, he didn’t ask who else got in, or anything else. He said, ‘You want to do this? You’re good at it, so do it. I want you to be happy.
A happy wife. Has a happy life. For herself. Finally.
How will you find your happiness..
* I’m not listing the bad crap because this is a post about happy. That’s behind, this is forward.









