Happiness doesn’t come easy to most people these days. We find ourselves on the hamster wheel of life that we cannot get off of. It’s depressing and it steals our joy. It steals our life. When I decided I wanted to join the 31 Day challenge, I wasn’t sure what I was going to write about. I went back and forth with topics and ideas. Then I was hit with a joy sucking issue and I knew right then I would write about Happiness.
Happiness is being content. Happiness is joy. Happiness is euphoria.
My entire life I have struggled with just being happy. It’s one of those things where you lack contentment while others see you as wonderfully blessed. Ah, perceptions. To find happiness, I started traveling. When I met Marty (my husband), he immediately wanted to take me to Miami, Florida. I was just out of high school but the thrill of being on vacation with my boyfriend was intoxicating.
Fast forward to 2016. We still travel. I have an issue now with staying home it seems so we are constantly on the go. It’s not a bad thing but it does have it downsides (like we never have groceries in the refrigerator, etc). Please don’t get me wrong. I am happy. I have a great life. But I struggle to stay consistently happy with my life. That’s why I am writing this series. To dig deeper into why I can’t find the contentment.
When is the very first time I can remember being happy with my life?
2002. June 2002. Marty and I were in Key West. We had spent the day walking around the island and touring all the sights. After dinner we went to relax on the sand. It was in those moments, the ones where the only sounds you hear are the waves crashing and the wind blowing, was I truly happy. There is something about the ocean that is calming.
What is the first memory you have of being happy with your life?