What does this mean to me?
Unless this is about something specific, it’s a feeling that very much comes and goes, during the course of a day…during the course of a week…during the course of a month.
What makes me happy? This can be anything – a smile from one of my children – a dance with my wife (where I can forget myself), a pat on the back from a colleague.
I should take time to reflect generally on whether I’m happy or not but life seems to get in the way. As I get older, I’ve noticed the things that make me happy have changed. I’ve gone from being happy with my pals in the pub, to enjoying a meal and a glass of wine with my wife. From buying a pair of trainers to treating the kids. From playing football to coaching it.
I’ve found doing things for others now seems to make me happier than doing things for myself. This follows a number of years of being quite selfish and doing things mostly for myself, which ultimately ended with me being miserable and maybe even suffering from bouts of depression.
It seems that it’s generally people that make me happy, not things. Considering a period of isolation may be coming up, this could get tough!
Happiness is a journey, like a roller coaster with peaks and troughs. There are degrees of happiness, being mildly pleased to ecstatic. I would think it’s more natural to be unhappy sometimes than happy all the time.
I think if you feel happy more often than not – then you are doing something right.