I left my house in Los Angeles over 24 hours ago. I caught a red-eye flight that landed in Detroit, Michigan at 7 AM. It landed just in time to make it to a 9 AM meeting. Now, after having driven from Detroit through Indianapolis, Inidana, I am sitting in a hotel room in Louisville, Kentucky. I’ve had little sleep since early Sunday morning. It’s been a longer day than usual.
I’m tired and I’m happy. And I’m betting those words are often strung together in the same sentence. Those of you reading this who have never experienced the joy of doing whatever it takes to make something work may find that statement difficult to comprehend. If you have, you understand what I’m talking about. If you have, you’ve probably uttered something similar at one point or another.
It is the working man who is the happy man. It is the idle man who is the miserable man.” – Benjamin Franklin
Would I be happier tonight if my head were hitting my own pillow instead of the hotel pillow it’s about to hit? Of course. But that fact doesn’t diminish the truth of the joy found in knowing that I did what had to be done to make the day as successful as it could be. And the wonderful fact of the matter is this: we are in control over that part of the happiness equation every single day. We can’t control other people’s actions, but we can control ours. We own that.
Tomorrow I plan on being tired and happy again.