What Makes You Happy?

The question was asked this morning.

I was in a foul mood and didn’t feel like giving it much consideration. I wanted to wallow. You know how it is. Don’t ask me to think about happy. Can’t you see I’m clearly not happy right now.

But what I discovered was, if I came up with only one thing, my mood changed. And it led to me thinking of other things that made me happy. Pretty soon, I’m thinking, my life is pretty good…
Of course, I went on about my day, having to do some things I didn’t really want to do. Resistence set in, and I began feeling shitty again. And wanting other people to feel shitty with me.

I don’t really want to feel shitty, or to be depressed, or resentful. None of those are things that make me happy. Neither though does chocolate ice cream, if instead of eating it, I’m sitting in the office on a Saturday having to work on a project I’d rather not have to do.

But, if I can put down the “rather be doing…” thought for just a minute. And remember siting on the couch with my honey, with two spoons and one pint of organic chocolate ice cream, then I start to feel better inside. Not because I want to be doing that. Because I have, I will, and more than that, it is something that exists. Something that I created out of happiness, for the sake of happiness, to return to happiness. It is a gift of happiness I put out there into the universe. And that gift remains. And the world is better because of it. I am better because of it. And maybe, it creates a happiness loop. Something I can step back into at will. By just remembering… ah, there it is… happy.

So, what makes you happy?