Contentment vs. Happiness
You see, 2012 was a slump year for me. I've told some of my closest friends/mentors/confidants this, but I think it's OK to say it publicly. Oh, don't get me wrong, 2012 has some really fun times. Katie Mae and I had our "first" anniversary complete with long-overdue reception and a second honeymoon to Chicago. And the party thrown for my 30th birthday was awesome and I loved it. But 2012 was a slump year.
Why? Because I settled for contentment. Even though a lot of things changed in one area of my life (my job situation), I sank further into just existing rather than living.
Don't get me wrong- I'm not the kind of person who wants nothing but exhilaration or adrenaline in my life. I don't have to go be extreme to be happy. But I basically accomplished very little in 2012. Really, it wasn't only 2012. I've always been a creative person, but when I look at the creative outlets I have in my life, I look at the past few years and am disgusted and saddened at myself.
My major outlet, music. Looking back from the end of 2012, I hadn't written a new song since 2007. Further, I played guitar on Christmas Eve of 2012 for a Christmas church service. Before that day, the last time I'd picked up my guitar was on March 3rd, at the reception when I played for Katie Mae. And aside from the practices leading up to that performance, I don't think I'd played since the end of 2011. And the most damning thing of all was that I honestly hadn't cared.
I write. Blogs are my most recent expression of writing, but it's easy enough to see how little I contributed to original content in 2012, and aside from a brief flurry of posts when I started my Tumblr in a brief attempt to re-ignite this outlet, I have been sorely deficient in that.
Fiction writing was my long-time outlet. As a kid, I wrote all the time. For school or just because I'd have an idea. As a college-age young adult, I wrote short stories fairly frequently. But I think the last time I wrote fiction was in 2007 or so. Again, damningly, I didn't seem to care.
Even freaking web development fell aside. I looked at the personal info section on my personal website and I found that the last time I'd touched that thing, I was 26. And like a broken record, I say again, I didn't care.
Those who know of my job situation know how turbulent a year 2012 was for me. I left a job I was honestly happy at for a chance at a startup. After a few months, they folded and I went through a month of unemployment before finally ending up at Asurion. But what sickens me about this was how little I cared even about that. Sure, I figure in each case, I made the right call because I think they all led me to where I am now, and introduced me to some amazing people along the way. But you'd think during that 2-month period when I literally had nothing to do but go on interviews and then do whatever I wanted, that I would have had a blast with all the time in the world on my hands. What did I do besides interview? Nothing. Well, nothing of note. I didn't write a song, I didn't even pull out my guitar. I didn't write any stories. I only wrote a blog entry to tell people about what happened when I finally got a job offer. What else did I do? I slept in, I stayed up late, I read Facebook, watched YouTube, maybe played a few video games that I'd already played ad nauseum. I didn't even pick up a new game, despite having well over 100 I've never touched. How dare I?
I wish I could point to the reason I finally looked at myself and was startled at how angry I made myself. I really can't, though. I just know that at a certain point I finally said "I can't stand what I've become!". And when I surveyed how un-creative I was, I resolved to change it. I swore 2013 would be the year Ando finally returned to The Amazing Ando!
Some of you may have started to see my efforts in that direction. I am pretty happy to report that I have not only written lyrics to a song (another in a long string of collaborations with my musical brain-brother Jeff), but spontaneously wrote music to a song whose lyrics I wrote in 2005. I've not only had a jam session with a great keyboardist, I've practiced guitar on my own a few more times, and on the 30th of this month, I am working up SUCH an epic jam session that I can barely wait for it to happen. I've wrapped up the AndoCon website, and am one step away from a complete visual overhaul of my personal website. And from a job perspective, I refused to allow myself to stick around at a place that I wasn't sure I'd be happy with, but took a leap of faith, and am wrapping up my first week at a new job.
None of that is what I originally sat down to write about, by the way. I was sparked to the title I gave this blog because of another friend. I met Chris while I was working at Allstate, my first job out of college. As it turns out, it was his first job out of college as well. We befriended over the fact that we had a LOT in common with each other, and he was the first person who ever traveled across the country (TWICE!) to come to our parties. Since then, I have taken 4 other jobs. He is still at Allstate. That gave me pause for some reason tonight. Why is he still at Allstate? I could ask him (and I probably should), but it led me down an interesting thought trail. Despite how little money I was making at Allstate and how much I didn't enjoy certain aspects of the job, I was a pretty useful little cog in their mechanisms. I know that 2 of my coworkers are still there in the unit. So why wasn't I as content to stay as Chris apparently is? I mean, as far as I know, he hasn't gotten any kind of huge promotion. What was it that made me leave?
I think it's a matter of the pursuit of happiness. If I were completely honest with myself, I probably could have remained content at Allstate. Oh sure, I had a few issues with them, but overall it was a stable place to be and I had made a solid reputation as a good web developer. Money surely would have stayed tighter, but we could have survived. But I couldn't be happy there. Until/unless I see some awesome stuff at my new job, I'll continue to say my favorite job I've had was at eA, where I went after Allstate. I'll even say I was happy there. And I KNOW I would've been content to stay there. But when the carrot dangled in front of my face, I allowed myself to keep looking for happiness. And every job I've had since then, I've tried to get one step closer to happiness. I still haven't found it, but I don't think I've literally made wrong choices. Every place I've worked, I've met at least ONE person who has made my time there worthwhile. At least one person that I would be sad to lose contact with.
I don't know for a fact I'll be happy in 2013. I don't know for a fact that I'll be happy at the job I have now. But I do know for a fact that I'm heading in the direction of happiness. Maybe for some people, contentment is happiness, or at least is an acceptable substitute.
But apparently, not for me. At least, not anymore.