What? You want to know about me? Thanks for asking. (And here I am, sitting at the computer at which I usually write.)

I had a rotten 45th year of life: I realized that I was not particularly happy. So I thought about it, and I thought about it some more, and I declared a War on Happiness. No, that’s not a typo. It’s what I named my own battle to live a fuller, happier life, a life where I am comfortable in my own skin and grateful for what I have.

How was I going to do that? I was going to harness and apply all of my formidable Type A skills and traits. Persistence. Doggedness. Ambition. Confidence. And yes, even impatience and competitiveness. If needed, I was going to pound the square peg of happiness into the round hole of my life.

At times, it has seemed like a cosmic game of Tetris. This piece needs to move. This piece needs to stay. This piece needs to drop off entirely. But you know what? It’s working. And it’s been worth the struggle. I like to think I’ve evolved from a Type A to a Type ALC: I may never lose the itch to win the race, but at least now I’ll enjoy the beautiful scenery.

So I began this blog a few months after I turned 46. It’s not a battle plan on how to wage your own personal War on Happiness. (Only you can figure that out.) Instead, it’s just a bunch of stories about what makes me happy, things I think about, and mistakes I’ve made. And as I tell my children, learn from my mistakes; I never seem to.

Read. Laugh. Comment. Ask questions. And most importantly, figure out what makes you happy.

ALC

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