I am less than a month away from turning Very Old, and one of the few advantages to advanced age is knowing all the secrets of life. So I'm about to drop some piping-hot wisdom on you suckers:
The secret of being happy is to recognise your happiness.
Being generally happy in your life is not about the moments of joy or ecstasy or excitement, it's about recognising that quiet satisfaction, fulfillment and peace are the elements of day-to-day happiness.
I've been thinking about this lately, and realising that my moments of happiness are mostly supremely dorky. But without them, my life would be a grey canvas with occasional riotous splodges of colour; with them, it's a textured map of different shades. Day to day life isn't about birthdays and holidays and making out, it's about getting on the bus and having coffee and making spreadsheets. So the secret to a happy life is to recognise the things in your daily routine that bring you tiny joy.
Like I said, my list is pretty dorky:
- Putting a new desktop picture on my computer
- Hearing the French girl at the coffee cart call me 'honey' in her adorable accent
- When my public transport card gets low and then automatically updates up to $50 (no idea why this makes me feel so satisfied)
- Arranging my bottles of nail polish before choosing a colour
- A freshly cleaned-out handbag free of receipts and lolly wrappers
- Turning over the calendar to a new month and seeing a new Matthew Scott illustration
- Cleaning up my work desk so that all the papers are in piles, notebooks stacked and pens in penholders
- Seeing a new window display at the bookshop on my walk from the bus stop
- Getting home and putting on my comfy pants to signal that I am chillaxing now
- Getting home and putting on my pyjamas because I am chillaxing too hard even for comfy pants, I am chillaxing SO FUCKING HARD RIGHT NOW
- Making a list