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Yesterday my son asked me if I was ever happy. I said sure, all the time, why do you ask? He said that I don't look happy because I'm always tired. I said with a smile that he would always be tired too if he had to run after him and his little brother.
I felt bad, though, that my kids apparently don't see me being happy. Of course, I AM tired most of the time, but I am having fun when I'm with my family.
His comment made me think about what it means to be happy. When I was a teenager I thought everyone else was so much happier than I was - they were all having so much fun and I was the geeky little kid who didn't really have many friends. Being from the late 70s/early 80s TV generation (commonly known as "Generation X") I related everything to what I saw on TV. Those people were so happy eating Cheerios and drinking Coke and Kool-aid (not THAT kind of Kool-aid). How could I get to be that happy?
I realized when I grew up that happiness doesn't find you; you can't sit around and wait for something that will make you as happy as those kids playing Barbies on TV.
I take a good look at my life right now and I'm very happy. Things are crazy sometimes, but that's all part of the fun. I guess every once in a while I need to show everyone, especially my kids, that I am happy.
Daily Running Log: 2 miles on the treadmill.
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