I had a crappy-mediocre childhood with glass half empty type parents. Hated it. No abuse but my whole childhood I had a scared feeling in my tummy and trod on eggshells.
For me, happiness is a juxtaposition of not caring what anyone thinks of me but being silently smug by spending my life proving people wrong about me. And being super spontaneous and always looking on the bright side. And a shit tonne of luck.
For example of the proving people wrong point, I look like a slob/homeless 99% of the time (short dungarees and messy bun life) so people think I’m stealing my car when I get in it or do a double take when I answer my front door. Money doesn’t = happiness though as my husband and I both agree our happiest times were mooching round supermarkets with only a few dollars trying to feed our young children or hunting for scrap metal or other creative things to sell to pay their school fees while living abroad.
I’m currently a housewife/stay at home parent. People talk down to me frequently like I’m a delinquent and are bewildered if they ever find out I’ve got a PhD and I used to be a solicitor and set up my own charity to fund free legal advice for a certain proportion of a population.
Gratitude. I’m thankful I met the man of my dreams aged 14 and in the whole 22 years we’ve been together we’ve argued once and he’s never failed to support me. I’m thankful for our four healthy, happy, laid back children. I’m thankful we’ve given them the experiences we have; they’ve lived in 14 different countries (and they’ve loved every single one of them).
I enjoy living life on a whim but having stability. I never know where I’ll be in five year’s time. Or one. I’m quietly confident. Exercising makes the world of difference. So does living in a tropical part of the world. Being in awe of nature makes me feel insignificantly happy. Don’t watch TV!
It’s different for everyone, these are all just mine. So cheesy and cliche but we only do get one shot of this. Luck!