Being Happy Versus Being Content | #WritingFor30 Day 28
I can’t remember exactly when it was, but I decided I was only going to follow happiness.
If something didn’t make me want to hop up off my ass and work in total joy like a madman, then I wasn’t going to do it.
Actually, it was sometime around my 20th birthday because I remember walking in to quit basketball my sophomore year of college.
Since then, I’ve been all over the country. I’ve held various jobs from being a professional musician, to working in clinical psych, loading docks, and now in digital marketing realm.
Recently, I found myself unhappy in my job. The job just wasn’t what I was told it would be and I actually got to the point where I was miserable on most days. Like, depressed miserable.
After trudging through all that, day to day, I’ve come to realize that maybe “happy” isn’t the answer. What I mean is, maybe focusing on happiness alone isn’t the goal. Reason being…Happiness is elusive as hell.
Over the course of one day even, “Happiness” can rise in fall many times…leaving you in a hamster wheel chase, round and round. Happiness always just at the edge of your finger tips.
Part of the idea is, this cycle depresses you more. Each time happiness leaps further from your hands, you get sad. The highs and the lows get deeper.
But what holds steady over the long term? If you can identify and grab it and are brave enough to accept it? Contentment.
That is, being fulfilled.
The blog Zen Habits recently did an article on this very subject back in April. No accident why I found it either. I’ve been looking for it, signs of it, everywhere. It’s a really insightful article, go read it.
What Being Content Means for Me
It means counting my blessings. It means looking around me and realizing that what I have here is great.
It means, even though I yearn to do something that will make a big impact, right now, I’m doing ok. My family is safe, my marriage is happy, I have a healthy vibrant child, I make pretty ok money, I can sit down on a Sunday afternoon, drink a cup of coffee, and write a blog post instead of dodging bullets.
Pretty good stuff.