Inspired by my new favorite place on the interwebs, here are a few random tidbits and pieces of things I’ve learned over the years:
In my early twenties, I lived in the self-help genre of the bookstore. I was always good with studying and acquiring book knowledge, so I figured I could study my way to happiness. At 27, I’m done. No more planning and over analyzing. I’ll be a student of my own experience.
Suffering an emotional breakdown will give you a new view on happiness. Before, I thought happiness was attached to big dreams and fancy accomplishments. Now, I ask myself: “Am I suicidal? Do I sleep peacefully? Do I wake up heavy with dread?” If I can answer those questions with “No,” “yes,” and “no,” I’m good.
