Yesterday the UN, and people all over the world, celebrated International Day of Happiness.
Given all the horrible things happening here on planet Earth, it would be very easy to shrug and think there’s nothing to be happy about.
Sometimes when I’m in a very good mood, I get a little freaked out. Why am I in a good mood? I should be cynical, depressed, and anxious. It’s as if I have no right to be happy. I meet a lot of expats in Rome. Many are not happy and are suspicious of those who are. Being happy is not “keeping it real.” We end up fueling each others’ fire.
One of my dear friends said I should avoid miserable people. Why get sucked into their constant negativity and pessimism? True, we all have bad days, weeks, even months, but as I get older I find I have less patience for people who complain ALL the time but never do anything to change/improve their situation.
I tend to worry a lot, mostly about my future. How will I pay my bills? Will my business continue to grow? Will I ever be fluent in Italian? Why is Drake so popular? I lie awake at night and dwell on things I have no control over. This is not healthy and I’m working on it.
When I’m happy it’s not because anything has really changed. I still have the same bills, worries, and issues. However, sometimes I do remember that I am extremely fortunate in ways that cannot be measured in dollars or euros.
It won’t be easy but I’m going to try my best to do the opposite of what I normally do, which is to worry and complain.
Another friend proclaimed that this was going to be a great year. Based on what? Nothing. She believes it and therefore is going to do everything in her power to make it so.
I like the why she thinks.
(I adore this video. I have to restrain myself from dancing when I hear this song while jogging.)