There have been references to ‘action for happiness’ all over my Twitter stream today. I have been ignoring them because, really, it seems a little twee in the light of what’s going on at the moment.
I am interested in – and a little embarrassed by – my reaction.
I was going to skim over it until I realised that the theme resonated with a subject I was considering for my next blog post. The fact that being happy seems, to me, to be linked somewhere into the notion of being brave.
I have been really happy for the past few weeks.
There is a smile that tugs at the corner of my mouth, even when no one is looking. I wake up feeling enthusiastic; I go to bed satisfied and buzzing. My life feels full of people and energy and possibility.
It is scary as shit.
I have been trying to tell myself that pre-empting a black cloud will invite a shadow. That there is no point in spoiling the sentiment by fearing what might – or might not – come next. I have been reminding myself that a fall is not inevitable – and if it should come, then I will dust myself up and move on again. I have allowed my enthusiasm to bubble up and out, and I am not afraid that, should next week not be so rosy, than I will feel like a fool.
And so it has struck me that there is a certain type of courage in letting the excitement shine through and acknowledging happiness.
There is the possibility that it might be shot down, as I have shot down a movement that, in my heart of hearts, I can see true value in. There is the fear that it might be lost, though should this happen, it is unlikely to be connected to the acknowledgement. There is a slight conditioning towards modesty, and restraint, and tempered reactions, that I no longer believe in, nor consider to be the only option –
Because there is also, as I am starting to see, an opportunity to share, and celebrate, and enjoy these feelings; and a group of wonderful people who are willing, if I let them, to join in.