Without cutting Oprah’s grass, I think I’ve found The REAL Secret…
And it has little to do with the acquisition of stuff.
Self-Help-For-Dummies would suggest I preface this life-transformational truth-bomb with a sob story, except in my case there’s nothing overtly sad about my life.
Unless of course you consider the act of consolidating one’s super on a Saturday night, sad?
Personally, I’d file that away under ‘t’ for tragic but I digress. I have all the elements of a happy life:
However I often obsess about what I don’t have as opposed to what I do have and as a result I rarely view life through the #blessed filter.
I’ve regarded happiness as a destination, a somewhat mythical place that I’ll arrive at when I feel I have absolutely everything that I desire– husband, kids, home, six-figure salary.
Yet I’ve wised up to the fact, that even if I check-off this wish-list, I may continue to experience a deep yearning from within.