I’m Truly Happy When…

I’m Truly Happy When…

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what it is that sets my soul on fire. When am I truly happy. It hit me today.

I am at my happiest when I am helping people. That is what sets my soul on fire. It doesn’t matter how big or small the task is, so long as I’m helping in some way.

Today a coworker came to my cubical, sat down and apologized to me for being so short the last couple of days. She wanted me to know that it had nothing to do with me and that she has just been very upset. I told her I didn’t take it personally and that she had nothing to apologize for. She explained her situation and I told her to try not to take it personally. How that person is treating her has nothing to do with her, it is not a reflection of her, but rather a reflection of the other person.

After work, I stopped at Target to get a few things (it’s like my second home). I needed paper towels, but didn’t want the big packs, I just wanted the two pack. Well, the two packs were on the top shelf and nearly gone. I had to stand on the bottom shelf to reach the two pack. I placed one two pack in my cart and then a lady, probably in her 70s, asked if I could reach another one for her. I told her I absolutely could. I grabbed a second one for her, handed them to her, she thanked me and we went on our separate ways.

Both of the above situations filled me with happiness.

You’d be hard pressed to find something I truly love about myself, but I do love that helping people is what makes me happiest, it’s what sets my soul on fire. I love that about me.



One of the fastest ways to lose my respect is to throw someone else under the bus to save your own ass. It’s a shitty cowardly thing to do.

If you’re willing to take all of the glory for doing something successfully then you also need to be willing to take responsibility for mistakes you make.

I have made my fair share of mistakes in my life. In fact, my list of mistakes is probably much longer than my list of accomplishments/successes. When I was a teenager I was in trouble all of the time (with the law). Even back then I took accountability for my actions and behaviors. I didn’t blame anyone else, I didn’t throw anyone under the bus to save my ass. I owned my shit and suffered the consequences. And I’m a better person today because of it.

The thing about mistakes is that they aren’t all bad. We learn and grow more in our mistakes than we do in our successes. But in order to learn and grow from our mistakes we need to take accountability for them. Otherwise all we are learning is how to be a shitty person.

It’s been my experience that people who blame others and/or don’t take accountability for their mistakes are attempting to appear flawless, without error, perfect in their actions and behaviors. The irony of it is that they actually end up looking like a liar, disrespectful, cowardly, small, and untrustworthy. So they appear worse than if they had just taken accountability for themselves.

People forgive mistakes because we all make them, it’s a side effect of being human; seldom do people forgive being lied to, disrespected, or being run-over by a bus for someone else’s mistake.

I realize how difficult it can be to own our mistakes, our wrong doings. Pride and ego are the hardest pills to swallow, but it’s the right thing to do. It is harder to do the right thing than it is to not care. It is harder to be humble than it is to be arrogantly prideful. No one likes to be wrong, no one likes to make mistakes, but these things happen. Not just to you or to me but to everyone. No one person is without mistakes. So why lie, point blame at an innocent person, betray others? There is far more to lose than to gain in that kind of behavior.

Just own YOUR shit! You’ll survive it, I promise. The rest of us have.

  • Dani