(Un)Happy Parallels

I’ve been absurdly busy the past two months or so. There have been some weeks1Read: nearly all of them where between the amount of time I’m at work and the amount of time I’m working from home, I near 65 hours of work. I’m in the process of getting my book published, which was an unexpected, though incredibly welcome, demand on my time. Combine that with the fact that my commute is now 15-20 longer each direction, each day, and the fact that I’m trying to spend a portion of my evenings2Only three times a week so far, but still…more than I’ve done for the past seven years or so. trying to get back into shape, and I’m very busy.

Putting all of that time into other things is fulfilling for each of those items3Except commuting. Because fuck that.. What it does, however, is take away time from writing on my own. I write for this blog, I occasionally write for Twenty Something Bloggers, and I am working on a novella length piece on my own time? I have written four posts, one post, and one chapter respectively for each of those items in the last 30 days. Expand it out to two months and things don’t get much better (9, 2, and 2). I recycle a decent amount of content from my old blog to here, but that’s not going to last forever. I write on Sundays where my fiancee goes to church or to play board games, but that’s just a limited amount of time.

There’s a statement I hear from optimists frequently. The concept that “happiness is a choice” and that “choosing to be happy changes our reality” gets trumpeted by optimists at all hours of the day. To believers of this mantra, if you’re not happy, it’s a you problem and no one else’s.

Throwing out situations where someone is unhappy due to an illness such as depression or a terminal disease of some kind4Both of which are typically excluded from the aforementioned motto for obvious reasons., I have a tough time believing this is true. Yes, those who are cynical by nature do have a difficult time finding happiness in their day-to-day lives. With that said, to say that you can be happy all of the time and change your own reality due to this happiness is a false narrative.

Let’s take a look at a common experience that most people will have in their lives — getting promoted at a job. The initial reaction to a promotion is typically one of joy. After all, your hard work is getting recognized, you’re free of the frustrations at the previous position, you’re likely getting more money (or at least the opportunity for it). There are many positives that come out of a promotion. At the same time, there will also be factors — increased responsibility, learning curve for new tasks, a new manager/subordinates, or new rules to follow, just to name a few — that can and will cause additional stress to you. This stress typically isn’t realized until a few weeks or more after your promotion5Unless the company you work for does a transition where you spend 50% of your time working your old position and 50% of the time working your new position. This puts the company in a great position, but mentally drains the person transitioning jobs. I’ve learned this first hand more times that I’d like to admit., leaving you with a honeymoon period where you feel like nothing can go wrong and you’ll always be happy.

Things can and will go wrong. The sooner you realize that in any situation, the happier you’ll be.

The secret to being happy is not changing your mentality to be a happier person. If anything, trying to do so will make both your happiness and your sadness more extreme. When those moments of happiness arrive, you’ll be hyper-aware of them and overjoyed that they’re around. But when those moments aren’t around, you’ll take their absence harder. I’d make the argument this actually leaves you worse off than if you’d changed nothing about yourself in the first place.

The true secret to happiness, in my opinion, is preparation. Anticipate that things in the world around you are going to go to shit and that you can do nothing about it most of the time. For the times you can do something about it, plan. If you can control things, prepare for the worst with your actions. When you plan and prepare with the worst in mind, you’re less likely to be significantly impacted when it does come around. And when everything goes right, the happiness you feel will be stronger than you could have ever imagined.

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The Allure of the Rose-Tinted Iris

“I’ve been around long enough to know what they take for granted and what they consider important. No matter how important you become, your work will be taken for granted because it doesn’t have an immediate impact to the bottom line. Your work takes a long time to pay off. I know you’re looking for a promotion, but I doubt it’s in the cards. Don’t get your hopes up.”

The above quote was told to me((more or less, I may be slightly miswording it five years later)) in the fall of 2009. I was working for a call center in middle-of-nowhere Ohio, and the above quote came from my supervisor’s supervisor. I had just been turned down for a promotion to a supervisory position, despite being the top performer in my entire call center while working our much maligned overnight shift. I’d apply for a similar position three more times over the next year, only to be turned down each time because I was considered to be too valuable in my current position.

There’s a certain beauty to being youthful and enthusiastic. To try over and over again with the mindset that even though you failed ninety-nine times, you’ll succeed on the 100th try — it’s a refreshing way to view life. There’s a certain bliss in ignorance that allows us to be optimistic about the world around us, our current state of affairs, and even our future. It’s the kind of hopeful enthusiasm that allows you to think Red Lobster is a fancy restaurant when apparently it’s not. I’m fully of the mentality that any place that serves cheddar biscuits is a classy establishment, but I’ve been told I’m incorrect.

A small part of me has always believed I can fix anything and everything. In nearly every job I’ve worked in I’ve either made changes to the way things are done to improve how things work, or made suggestions to those in power if I was in no position to do anything myself. Sometimes, my thoughts were taken and acted upon((results were mixed, as is the case with anyone with limited business experience)), other times my input was ignored. Nevertheless, I thought that I could make things better.

I still have those rose-tinted irises((they’re not glasses…I don’t wear glasses)) that I look through on an occasional basis. They’re the eyeballs that give me hope that I can make an impact on the world around me. It’s the excitement of opportunity and the hope that people around me will listen to my advice. My education-heavy words are now becoming impacted by the wisdom that’s formed with years of business experience. I’m getting more gray hairs than I should be at 27((technically 26 at the time of this post, though I’ll be 27 tomorrow)). I’m becoming more and more jaded with the world around me.

And yet…every once in a while I look through those rose-tinted irises and see the world for what it’s full of. It’s full of opportunity. It’s full of hope. It’s full of chances. I encourage you to chase after them.