“One of the biggest surprises of the happiness project was just how hard it was to know myself.”

I finished reading The Happiness Project, by Gretchen Rubin, this weekend and I have to say that I liked it a lot. It wasn’t all Pollyanna-And-Life-Is-Wonderful. She had resolutions to keep each month that she thought would help her be happier and be more presently appreciating her already-happy life more than she had been. She also had a lot of statistics and scientific data from the plethora of research she did before and during her project.

Before she planned out her monthly resolutions, she made a list of her 12 commandments, one of which was “Be Gretchen,” and stop trying to be someone she wasn’t (and to stop trying to force herself to like things that she wished she liked). This made me think about if I was “being Allison” often enough.

I often feel bad that I don’t like going to museums and viewing art and paintings more. I think I should. But I don’t – I mean, sometimes I do, but more often than not, museums bore the hell out of me. I used to feign interest in football when I had friends who spent every Sunday in bars watching the games, but I gave that up after my bar-going days had ceased. Everyone is telling me to watch “House of Cards” and “Breaking Bad” but after watching an episode of each (or half an episode), I was bored by both. A vast majority of TV shows just don’t do it for me.

So what does make me happy? Theatre. Going to the occasional movie. Cooking. Organizing my apartment (yup). Reading. Long walks around New York. Yoga. Running. Coffee shops. Writing. Concerts. Guitar. Music. Eating out. Making smoothies. Tea. Green Day. Ted Leo & the Pharmacists. Weezer. John Lennon. The Beatles. Strawberry Fields. Blueberry bagels. Farmer’s markets. My friends.

I’m sure there are a host of other things too, but those are the ones that come to mind first, so I’m assuming those are the most important. So, as much as I wish I loved art, and museums, and popular TV shows, and see popular movies, but I don’t. 

And that’s OK. It’s OK to “be Allison.”