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How to Be Happy. Always.

Ok folks... I'm gonna break it down for you Dr. Phil style today, and talk about happiness.

Now, first of all - I don't see why happiness is always priority number one. "Do whatever makes you happy", they say. "Yeah, but is she HAPPY?". Who says this is the holy grail? Personally, I think giving Tynan presents should be the end goal. "Do whatever makes Tynan get more presents" and "Yeah, but is she giving Tynan presents?" both sound pretty sweet to me.

But we live in a world where happiness is number one. They don't ask if happiness makes you money, but if money makes you happy. So, let's get happy.

Hating Birthdays

On The Constance Chronicles

This is my grandmother and she is 83 years old. Her hobbies include living through the Korean War and watching Korean soap operas. She has seen a lot of life.

In my late teens to mid twenties I had strong (negative) feelings about birthdays, even my own. I noticed a trend where people started to celebrate not only their birthDAY but their birthWEEK and then their birthMONTH. I can remember receiving a birthday card in the mail for my ex-girlfriend and enclosed was a message from her sister that read, "Happy Birthday Month!" For someone who has been in monogamous relationships their entire adult life you could see how this would be tiresome for the mind and for the pocketbook. This kind of cynicism only perpetuated my idea that the only person who should be congratulated on a birthday is the mother of the birthday child. My name is Constance and I used to rain on other people's birthday parades. When I think about it now, it could've been my own insecurities holding me back from celebrating birthdays. I was harboring serious fears of growing older and resented others for not feeling the same. "Don't you realize you are one year closer to dying?" You know who else hates birthdays? Mr. Brian Kinney. <------ A Queer As Folk reference in 2013, AND WHAT!

The other day I had a younger friend of mine tell me birthdays were arbitrary and he felt uncomfortable celebrating/planning a party for himself much less for someone else. Simply being born is hardly an accomplishment of your own. As we were having this conversation, I realized I saw birthdays in a different light than I used to. Where I could agree with a lot of what my friend was expressing, I could only agree knowing his feelings about birthdays would eventually change, too.

Birthdays are not a celebration of the day you were actually born. We aren't remembering the day you came out of your mother's womb, your head shaped like a football, all covered in momma's inside good stuff. We are celebrating the fact we get to honor another year you've managed to stay alive. It's an acknowledgement of all the things accomplished from last year's birthday and I don't see anything arbitrary about that, do you? Getting older is amazing and you'd be so lucky to live to see your 100th birthday.

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