The Pursuit of Happiness

For as long as I can remember, I always had the feeling that the puzzle pieces of my life didn’t fit together quite… right. If my career was on an upswing, my love life certainly wasn’t. If everything was all quiet on the family front, then my health was Shaqtin’ a fool. I had gotten pretty used to disappointment being my new normal. And instead of realizing that life isn’t always perfect and that “shit happens,” I would always blame my irritable nature on something other than me. My boss is an asshole. That guy is an asshole. My acne is an asshole. No, girl. The only asshole here is your way of thinking. So once I stopped letting other factors influence my happiness, the puzzle pieces finally started to fit.

I stopped wallowing in fear after getting fired from my lackluster job. Instead, I saw it as yet another ~sign~ that I wasn’t meant for corporate life. Now, I was truly inspired to strive for the career I was meant for.

I stopped worrying about money and took that vacation I always wanted. After all, I’ve been working and saving since I was 15. And for what? To never enjoy it?

I stopped allowing someone to treat me like garbage and gave way for someone truly wonderful to step in.

I stopped thinking about the path my life is SUPPOSED to take, and I started forging the path I WANTED it to take.

I guess it comes with the millennial territory to never be satisfied. To always be striving for more. To always be on the brink of an emotional meltdown because that one little thing didn’t go your way. But honestly, fuck that noise. Sometimes, you have to let it go like Frozen. I finally did. And, as a result, I’m the happiest I’ve been in a hot minute. Who knew it was that freaking easy?

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