Two years ago I decided to give up being merely comfortable and to ruthlessly pursue happiness, which I’ve pretty much achieved. I’m with a man I love doing what I love in a place that makes me swoon every time I look out the window.
Yet I spend a good deal of my time unreasonably angry with the world in general.
My pursuit of happiness is not comfortable, safe or easy. It’s scary. Turning my back on comfort and relentlessly chasing happiness means taking risks which involves a whole lot of fear. Evolution wired human beings to be afraid of the unknown – which has saved us a species many times – but fear often produces anger and because I’m an overly-polite British-Canadian, I absorb that anger. I intellectualize my responses and feel like vomiting if I irrationally snark at someone, but then I feel like vomiting because all that anger has to go somewhere or it will give me an ulcer.
So what to do? Time and time again I’ve discovered the answer and yet time and time again I ignore it completely. I need to walk more. When I go for an epic two hour walk the endorphins soar and the anger that chews away at my stomach lining shrinks.
In fact I’m going out for a walk right now. See ya!
- A rigorous pursuit of happiness involves more risk than many people are willing to take.
- Never underestimate the power and positive value of endorphins.