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The Secret To Happiness…Maybe

telling a secretAs I drove to work today it hit me, not for the first time—hopefully not for the last time—that I have stumbled into something good. My life is good. I know the secret to happiness, but…

I’m increasingly aware that what makes me happy might not do anything for anyone else. For that matter, it might actually make someone else miserable!

At its most basic, I think this is how it works for me:

  • I know what I’m good at
  • I know what I’m bad at
  • I know how one transforms into the other, so I can keep the good from becoming bad, and I usually know how to make the bad better
  • High output/progress is exhilarating – low output is depression

I hope this sounds disgustingly simple. It is. But this might not apply to anyone else.

At a Dan John workshop he drew what he called the “hip displacement continuum” on the white board. I won’t go into details, but it was fascinating, innovative thinking for the people sitting in that room. It was also simple, but “This is the result of 30 years of lifting and training people,” he said.

I’ve read a lot of self improvement books and spilled a zillion navel-gazing words trying to arrive at those four little bullet points. The older I get, the more I believe that conciseness is a function of maturing, at least in being able to communicate the things that actually matter to me.

In the past I think I would have been annoyed by the idea that I could be summed up so neatly. It would have required a 90 volume autobiography (with illustrations) to even scratch the surface of me.

Now I kind of like it. Four bullets, 51 words, and it’s just about everything that I stand for.

One day I suspect it will simply say: > good = happiness.


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