I’ll be happy when…

I wouldn’t be surprised if I found that I have already used that title in past posts. It just seems like we’re always waiting for something, doesn’t it?

I thought I’d be happy when I finished the MBA. Well, that day has come and gone, and even though I did enjoy the perk of having no homework to do last weekend, I still feel incomplete.

I’ll be happy in September when I’m done traveling and my calendar opens up to a world of possibilities.

Sigh… Even I know that statement is false and flawed in every way. I know this like I know the sun will set tonight. I will not be happy at all. I will be writing the next entry in the “I’ll be happy when…” series.

Does it ever end? Do we ever stop wanting a change and ever just admire our accomplishments and those things that make us happy to be in our own shoes? Do we ever even want that day to come at all?

They say that if they put all of your family and friends’ problems in a hat, you are most likely to wish you fished out your own problems. So, in a sick way, we want our problems all to ourselves: we know them, we’ve nurtured them, and we still have faith that we’ll overcome them some day. That’s why they call them YOUR problems.

So, let’s just put things into perspective: you are healthy, responsible, loved and successful. Savor that for a while before a REAL problem strikes and it gives you an actually valid reason to whine about.

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