The Happiness Art

There is, I believe, a certain art to being happy. I also think that some people come by it more naturally than others.  I, unfortunately, am not one of those people. We all have a neutral gear, a default that we fall back on. My default tends to be a complicated web of self criticism and pessimism. I have a perpetually half empty glass! I think somewhere down the line I decided that if I don't get happy about anything, then there is no way I can be disappointed. This is a particularly brutal way to live, one that fears the positive, instead of embracing it. And now, as my life is in flux, and I feel as though I am on the cusp of some new chapter, I want to change.

I want to be happy.

I want to learn this art of joy that seems so effortless in others. In truth I have so many reasons to be happy, beautiful friendships, a loving family, music and laughter... these are things that make one happy. Or at least they should. And truly some days it is easier than others. Somedays the art of being happy though not effortless for me, is achievable.

In fact, just now, writing this entry, meditating on the lovely aspects in my life, has actually made me feel a sense of contentment. It may take a little more work for me to be happy. It may take a lot more work. But then again, what a worthy thing to work for.

One step at a time!