Sunday, December 10, 2017

Behind the Book: Dear Santa, I Just Want To Feel Happy

I'm not convinced happiness is a decision. I only say that because happiness is a feeling and feelings normally can't be made. Feelings are given.

Like most people alive, I love Christmas. But the weather is a downer. If I lived in Aspen and moose, wooden cabins, and winter trees outlined in Christmas lights surrounded me, the weather wouldn't bother me. I'd stay indoors with a pot of homemade chili, rum cake, and a shot of D'usse. I'd burn candles that smell like pound cake and a logger's cologne. I'd have the fireplace roaring, and the fire pit outside blazing. I'd have a kitchen window open to give me a chill to mix with the shot of heat. Just give me some oldies (from Elvis' love ballads to The Supremes' everything), and a Hallmark Christmas movie set on mute, and I'm good. I'm happy. Those smells and tastes and sounds give me happiness.

But look at what it took for me to get there.

In What If You're Over My Sh*t? Rachel has the same problem as many other women: it takes a lot to get her happy. And even worse, it takes a lot for her to stay happy. Because happiness soon becomes immune to the things that once made you happy. Soon, you'll have to find other things that make you happy.

And maybe that's the fun part of life.

What Rachel learns, in What If You're Over My Sh*t? is that what made her happy before doesn't make her happy now, and that's okay.

She must be open to change if she wishes to be happy.


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