I’ll Be Happy When...

“I’ll be happy once I solve this problem.” But with the solution comes new problems. Can we ever be happy? Or do we only pursue happiness and never feel it?

…I Get This Toy

In 1989 I was obsessed with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

I dressed up as a Ninja Turtle for something like four straight Halloweens, watched a VHS tape with a few cartoon episodes until I literally wore it out, and owned dozens of TMNT toys.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Pizza Thrower.

The epitome of combat effectiveness and practicality.Credit:Playmates

So when the pizza thrower came out, I had to have it.

Vanilla Ice — Ninja Rap.

Go ninja! Go ninja! Go!Credit:TMNT II: The Secret of the Ooze

I begged. I bargained.1 I threw tantrums.

And on Christmas morning, 1989, I found a gift just the right size under the tree. The clouds parted, an other-worldly glow illuminated the box, and an angelic Foot Clan choir burst into Ninja Rap as I unwrapped the pizza thrower.

I had imagined this moment for months.2 It was going to change playtime forever — all of my friends would be so jealous. I would never get sick of this toy.

I’d be so happy once I had this toy.

Within days — maybe even hours — I had lost all the pizzas. And besides, I could never hit my target anyways because the pizzas were stupid and probably broken or something.

I lost interest before the batteries died.

…I’m Free

In 2009 I was obsessed with independence.

I had just ended a serious relationship, and I had a job at FedEx Office to keep the lights on while I pursued a full-time freelancing career in web design.

I had imagined self-employment for years. No boss! No office! No pants!

I’d be so happy once I worked for myself.

Toward the end of the year, I had landed one client. He agreed to pay me an amount that would just cover my rent and phone bill. The contract would last three months.

I put in my notice at FedEx, bought a pallet of Top Ramen, and took the plunge into working for myself.

Sriracha sauce.

Credit:Huy Fong Foods

My business grew, and soon I was able to buy a bottle of sriracha to add a little excitement to my ramen.

And then I needed to pay taxes. And decide if I was going to be a sole-proprietor, and LLC, or an S-corporation. And figure out how billing works. And come up with an agreement to sign with new clients.

The list grew so quickly that I went to bed most nights feeling that I’d made a huge mistake and that I needed to find a new job immediately.

…Ever I’m Moving Forward

In 2014, I’m obsessed with the journey.

I’ve realized that I won’t find happiness in a goal: not a toy, not an act, not an event.

Those goals are all milestones. Progress markers to let me know that I’m moving in the direction I want to move in.

But they’re not the end of the journey.

Happiness is a continuum, not an possession. I’ve realized that I was looking at happiness as a prize that I’d receive once I’d solved “the right problems”.

I hadn’t thought all that hard about it, but I was imagining a finish line, where I’d cross the threshold, be greeted by [insert current celebrity crush here] with a bouquet of flowers and a magic amulet that granted me happiness henceforth, and I’d just be…done. With being alive.

I win, your princess is in this castle, game over, congratulations.

Which is the entire problem: I was looking at happiness as a destination.

Like, “Oh, I know I’ll be happy once I get to the top of this mountain. I just have to suffer through the climb and then all my problems will be solved!”

Then, upon reaching the summit, I’d think, “It’s awful cold on this mountaintop. What a fool I’ve been! Clearly, the answer is to make my way to that valley — once I get there, all my problems will be solved!”

Now, climbing the mountain was necessary, because I couldn’t see the valley until I reached the summit. But I was looking at it all wrong: I was looking at the mountain as the end of the journey instead of simply the next step in a journey that only ends when I die.

I was assigning all of the happiness to completing the task, rather than finding joy in the process of learning, of working toward a goal, of improving bit by bit.

I wasn’t allowing myself to enjoy the fun part.

When I’m working toward a goal, I’m challenged. I’m out of my comfort zone and learning new things.

But when I’ve achieved the goal, all of those challenges are gone (momentarily) and I feel a sense of loss. Loss of purpose. Loss of a challenge.

It’s not until I find the next milestone to work toward that I’m happy again.

Changing the Conversation

I no longer say, “I’ll be happy when…”

Instead, I say, “I’ll be happy as long as…”

…as long as there’s a new adventure ahead of me.

…as long as there’s a challenge to overcome.

…as long as I’m surrounded by people who are smarter than me in the areas where I want to improve.

…as long as I am doing the things that I’ve decided are important to me (and not putting them off for the sake of obligations or laziness).

Because I don’t know what I want tomorrow. I don’t know what I’ll see from the top of the next mountain that I climb.

But I know that I’ll be happy as long as I’m climbing.

  1. “No, Mom, I promise! If you get me this you don’t have to get anything for my next birthday! Honest,” he said, for the third straight year.
  2. In fairness, I was four years old, so it was probably only a few days.

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