What is it?
What defines being happy?
Is it a place, is it a person?
Is it a combination?
What makes someone happy?
Happiness is on the agenda today after a conversation with a good friend of mine via email this morning. I was given some very spot on advice:
“You need to rediscover what really makes you happy, and then do it!! When you’re happy, the rest will start falling into place”
My initial response was: “What makes me happy? How do I figure that out?”
My friend advised it has to be pure happiness, not happiness that is dependent on others or on things I can’t control. Focus on what you can.
This set my mind off in a flurry. I’d had happy moments over the last few years, but could I honestly say that I knew how to make myself happy? How to find my true self’s happiness?
I had no idea where to start. You may as well have removed my mouth and then asked me to speak. I didn’t even know where to begin. Now, some seven or so hours later, I wasn’t much clearer. Have I focussed so much on other things that I don’t even know what makes me, me?
I love gardening. I believe gardening makes me happy but I seldom get a chance to play in the dirt. Between two jobs and fitting in exercise and everything else it just doesn’t get priority.
Reading. I can get lost in books for hours, days almost – I can’t remember the last book I read. Once again, I just don’t have the time.
I love to cook and to bake, and I rarely spend a lot of time on that either.
How do you fit your ‘happy activities’ that are just for you and make you who you are? How do you define these activities? Do you put them on the backburner and seldom get back to them? Are you able to list, right now, at least ten things that make you happy and at peace with yourself and that aren’t dependant on others? It’s not as easy as you think…