What makes you happiest?

Happiness, it’s a thing I’ve thought a lot about, we all have, right? I feel that it’s important to preface this post with a little information about myself. If you don’t know me, I’ve just moved to Los Angeles. I’m in the middle of a complete life change. Happiness, being happy, has been on my mind.

Here is where it gets very confusing, it’s not a thing, it’s a feeling. I’m, of course, speaking for myself. For me, it’s when I’m connecting with other people. I’m blessed, and cursed, to have many passions in my life. I consider my passions to be cooking, writing, theater, comedy, singing show tunes at the top of my lungs when I think no one is listening.

An example, I was cooking for a workshop once at a theater company where I was working. The days were long, grueling but the one good thing about the job was that you felt appreciated by the people who were eating the food. One evening, after dinner had finished, a woman came up to the kitchen door and said ‘when I eat your food I feel like I’m eating food from someone who loves me.’ That may not be exactly what she said, but it was close. It was an instant connection and, even though I was hot, sweaty, exhausted and just wanted to go home; I was happy.

I was working in the box office of the same theater company in Berkshire County, Massachusetts. The Marathon bombing in Boston had just happened a day or two before. The phone rang, and I started, what I thought was a regular ticket order, then the woman on the phone gave me her address. It was on the same street as the bombing. I asked her if she was ‘ok.’ That one question led to a ten-minute conversation about the bombing, her children, what was going on right outside her window, etc. I will never speak to that woman again, but I will never forget that conversation. Even in sad circumstances, the connection made me happy.

Another example, I have a friend, a best friend, and we joke about farts. Yep, I’m 41 years old, and farts are still funny. When you get older, they are funny for a different reason. They are funny because it feels taboo to be in your 40’s and still joke about farts. Hence, a magical happy connection.

These conversations taught me that you never know when your next connection will occur. It could be right around the corner.

So, what makes you happiest? Is it a feeling? Is it doing something?

P.S.: Farts will always be funny.



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