I’m Still Holding onto the Feeling that I Need to be Happy all. the. time

and, it’s dragging me down.

Photo by Brooke Cagle on Unsplash

I have this weird obsession with trying to perfectly happy all.the.damn.time. I’m sure that a lot of you have the exact same feeling. It’s drilled into us with all of the motivational quotes out there, of how happy we would be if we lived a more simple life, a minimalist wardrobe and house. We’re told that if we lived in a 300–500 sq. ft. home on wheels we’d find happiness every single day because we won’t be living with junk and have lower bills. We’re told that once we find our passion, we won’t work a day in our life.

I say bullshit to all of that.

Yeah, we will probably feel much happier in a clutter-free home. Yes, saving money will help us cut down on our stress — if our stress stems from working too much, or not having enough to pay our bills. Yeah, for some, getting ready in the morning can cause agony, so cutting down on the amount of clothes you own can be beneficial. I have no idea who the fuck came up with the idea that once you find your passion you won’t be working anymore, because that’s complete and total bollocks and I can’t believe we all fell for it.

I love writing. It’s a passion of mine. So is gardening. I love getting my hands dirty in the dirt. I love checking on my seedlings…