It has come to my attention
recently that I don’t know how to “be” happy. I mean, what kind of Pollyanna simpleton
walks around just being happy? Life is harder and more complicated than that, and
accepting otherwise is just plain naïve. It’s much safer and easier (and
socially acceptable) to sabotage our thoughts, expect the worst and hope for
the best.
But what if this just isn’t the case?
What if today is what happiness looks like and we just don’t know how to enjoy
it? What if being happy takes…practice?
I have just made two major life
changes: job and marriage. I’ve moved overseas and back again, and in the midst
of all that found a person for whom I feel profound and deep love. Now I get
the opportunity to try something new, to grow, to do something I’ve always
wanted but wasn’t sure how to go about it. Not only that, I’ve found an
organization that lets me keep my toe in development work and is flexible with
me and themselves.
I shudder in writing the above, because
I fear I may sound like a braggart, because I fear I may lose it. On bad days,
the soundtrack playing in the back of my mind is: I’ve gone from being my
own woman with steady benefits and paycheck and taking life by the tail - to a
consultant with little or no job security, relying on a man I hardly know,
almost exactly back where I started. Worse – dumped by my old employer, stuck
in the suburbs, with an SUV. Next to Costco.
Barf.
So which is it? Both are
technically true, but why do I feel more comfortable sharing the more negative story?
Brene Brown calls the idea of
downplaying our happiness as Forboding
Joy. In essence, happiness means being vulnerable and in order to avoid
that, we downplay it. In her book, Daring Greatly, she writes: “It’s easier
to live disappointed than it is to feel disappointed. It feels more vulnerable
to dip in and out of disappointment than to just set up camp there. You
sacrifice joy, but you suffer less pain.” So, while good things have
happened, I focus on the down parts, in order to keep myself “grounded” or “not
get ahead of myself” or [insert any other reason not to be happy]. That way, if
it does work out, I’m supposed to be pleasantly surprised.
Moreover, let’s be honest, happy
people are friggin’ obnoxious. When I was single, I hated being around what
Bridget Jones called the ‘Smug Marrieds’. While I was happy for them, sometimes
the jealousy, the loneliness, the wondering if it would ever happen for me - it
physically hurt. Their happiness literally
made me miserable.
My husband and I have had long
talks about how to be responsible in our love for each other and those in our
lives, single or married. While not being held hostage to the naysayers, having
been so long at the other end, we also don’t want to twist the knife. Those
married folks with whom I could open up to were both genuine in their concern
for me and made space in their lives for me.
We are committed to making space, committed to sharing, spreading around
some of that love we took so long to find.
The thing about Forboding Joy is,
I’m never as pleasantly surprised as I think I’m going to be. I end up just
wandering around, picking at the scabs of old wounds or pushing at emotional
bruises. I just ruin the experience by worrying my way through it. And sometimes our happiness allows others to be happy themselves.
From here on out, I’m done not
fully enjoying what I have the moment I have it. I’m going to practice being
happy, and allow others to be happy (without judgement). I won’t always get it
right. Perhaps this post is obnoxious, but that’ ok. I’m going to embrace good
things right now, exactly because they might not come back. I may look stupid but what if this is what
happiness is? I’d be even dumber to miss it.
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