My commitment, happiness

Oh yeah, did I forget to mention? A few years ago I decided to become a happy person.

At the time, and for many years before then, I had been having health problems and was a generally miserable person.

I had had enough of that person.

I started choosing to be happy all day, every day. So, for example, if I started feeling unhappy at work I would listen to a song that forced me to be happy. A major transgression against my former, serious self! I also started practicing yoga and other activities which give me joy.

I started exploring my creative side more and more. I decided to sing, and a group invited me to chant the Hanuman Chaleesa, which I obviously took them up on.

Wait. . . back up.

About a month after I made the decision to become a happy person, I moved out the house I lived in with my husband. An inevitable result.

Then, I commenced to journal like crazy, get in touch with long lost friends, reach out to all loved ones and apologize for being a shit. You get the idea.

Thennn. . . I began focusing on my creative side. First singing, then I acted in some of my friend's projects and worked on her play, attending inspiring dance performances, next on the list. . painting! And, of course, this blog is my main creative outlet for the next year while I finish my coursework.

So, happiness is actually a commitment. It entails daily micro-decisions as well as overarching life tracks. As I search for my life mate, I am guided by the criterion that he must be someone who is committed to being happy himself, and is willing to commit to creating a happy life with me.