What being Happy has Taught Me About Myself

The past 2 months have been completely eye-opening to me in many ways I’m unable to describe. I’ve discovered things about myself, accepted things people have often told me but rarely believed, and have really taken grasp of what it means to be “me”.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m always as real as possible. I’m never fake, and I allow you all into some of the most personal aspects of my life. People from the online world are never surprised when they meet me for the first time. I never take anybody completely off-guard. What you read on here, how I interact on social media, it’s all me. I’m like that when I’m staring at a computer screen, and I’m like that when I’m staring at you face-to-face.

But there are some things that I keep guarded. You could call that deception by omission if you want, but to me, I’m not hiding things from you because of you. I’m hiding them from you because of me and how I perceive those things to be when portrayed by others.

But it’s time to stop believing that.

It’s time to stop denying certain things that I think are awesome…

I make fun of bros.

But I’m totally a bro.

In the past 3 weeks I’ve collected 3 new straight-brimmed hats. On top of the one I already had.

I’ve drank more PBR than limited release craft brews. By dollar amount. And I have several bottles that are worth $50 a piece.

My collection of tank tops continue to grow. Even during winter.

I’ll never wear skinny jeans or skater shoes because they don’t appeal to me or look good on me, and I’ll never talk like a bro.

But other than those three things, being a bro isn’t really being a bro.

To me, the tanks, the straight brimmed hats, the beanies, the plaid (oh gosh, the plaid), the PBR, it’s all a representation of lifestyle. It’s not who you are.

Meaning,

I’m not uneducated. Far from it.

I’m not a thug. I’ve never thrown a single punch.

I’m not floundering for direction in life. I’m too tightly bound to a path I started to follow long ago.

I’m just a guy that loves climbing. That loves snowboarding. That loves the lifestyle these people represent. I can’t help that dressing in a certain way makes you think I’m fulfilling some kind of stereotype. I can’t help that drinking PBR makes me a lower class citizen in your eyes.

I’ve recently started looking beyond all that. Looking past the clothing. Looking past the language (if it’s possible – it can’t get definitely get to be too much at some point).

And looking at the people behind their mask.

They are like me, only able to break free from the norm. They sacrifice financial stability to do what they love. They are passionate about one thing. Obsessed maybe. And they live it day in and day out.

I am like that on so many levels. But unable to break free from the self-imposed shackles. It makes so much sense that I connect with these people: the driven, the passionate. Why shouldn’t I try to be more like them? In ways that I am comfortable doing so?

I’ve always been envious of people that just do not care. I’ve been drawn to these people too. These people are so confident in themselves, in whatever they’re doing, they really don’t care what others think.

And I’m beginning to gain that confidence in myself. I’m beginning to let my guard down. And be me.

I wish everyone could do this. But it has taken me 30 years to do it. I can’t expect everyone else to join in all at once.

It has taken me an entire month of utter elation to realize all of this. It’s amazing what being happy can do for your psyche. Especially for long periods of time.

Denying who you are, or what you want, or hiding those things from others, is one of my biggest turn-offs when meeting someone for the first time. Never deny yourself happiness. Or inspiration. Do you. Be confident. And you’ll attract others that want to be around you.

Don’t be surprised if I’m wearing one of those wide-banded leather bracelets like the lead singer from Nickelback and owning that isht the next time you see me. You might make fun of me at first, but eventually I’ll trap you in my web of confidence and you’ll see what being happy can do for the other aspects of your life.



Don’t Miss Your Chance

I was stuck in Corporate America for 9 years. I was miserable.

Then I took control.

You can too, and it starts right here.

14 responses to “What being Happy has Taught Me About Myself

  1. Dave! I’ve not commented on your blog before but I love your twitter stuff. This post speaks so fully to what I’m learning as well – it’s amazing how being outside in Nature can help you realize what’s important. Taking the incentive to grasp for that time and that life and what you want, now, that takes real cojones. Congrats on the steps you’re taking – I look forward to reading how your ability to do this continues to evolve.

    1. Thanks, Susan! Hearing that I’m not completely annoying on Twitter is always a good thing. Don’t be a stranger around these parts, ok?

  2. Good post! I think age and maturity (at any age) allows people to be who they are at heart and not worry as much about how others see them.

  3. i like PBR, Miller High LIfe (I mean, it’s the Champaign of Beers) AND all those fancy craft beers. I don’t own any tank shirts but wear the heck out of my hipster glasses. I’m of the opinion that WHO CARES WHAT YOU WEAR or DO as long as you’re being yourself (and if you’re being nice). Like you said, people don’t fit into neat little stereotypes and a few who are ULTRA-stereotype become the face and name for the rest of us who just like how flatbills look with our outfits. And – to an extent – dressing like a bit like a bro does show the world what’s important to you – snowboarding, colorado, living it up. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that.

    Anyway, what you said. Go be you and who cares what people think of you. They’ll either like you or not..but at least you’ll like you! That’s my philosophy, at least. 🙂

    Cheersing you with a watery delicious PBR.

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