As a child, I never worried about happiness. As an adult it seemed elusive.
In elementary school I was always the kid teachers would send to comfort a crying child. I would always welcome in the new kids, even though I was shy myself, and make them feel comfortable. In middle school I moved states and suddenly my southern friendliness became a reason to ridicule me.
I started to grow my interest in psychology in high school. I would stow away in the school library during lunch (partly because I never had lunch money). I would visit book stores and read magazines that usually talked about finding happiness, and how to be happier in 30 days. In high school it seemed strange. Happiness seemed so natural, I couldn’t fathom why so many people struggled with it.
Then I became an adult.
I graduated high school early, went to college and spent 4 years getting my BA in Psychology. After getting swallowed up by the overly saturated job market, I finally got a job with a great company making good money.
About a year into my career with a manager who didn’t quite work with me, I realized that I wasn’t happy. I could pay my bills, but the fact that I wasn’t really helping anyone made me depressed. If there was an apocalypse, no would need (let alone want) an insurance agent around. In the workplace morale is the quickest way to change productivity. The agents around me all had coping mechanisms. Many people in my workplace really just chose to ignore their unhappiness and not think too deeply into their work. We made money, we had good benefits, we could take care of our families.
When you are unhappy, it’s not just affecting yourself. Your work tends to suffer; either your career or your home life. Your family and friends notice that you seem to complain more or are quieter and less apt to join in. But, you know what? Happiness is as equally contagious and grumpiness.
I want to change this. I want to make everyone happy. I want that to be my job. Let me make you smile. Let me help you share happiness.