“I’ll be happy when.” This little phrase has introduced many sentences in my life. On one hand, I like having things to look forward to. Small getaways. Holidays. Special events. Birthdays. Things like that. Anticipating joy gives me a simple rush, just enough to propel me until the big moment arrives.

On the other hand, this leaves me in a constant state of want and in turn, discontent. (Turns out the Buddha was right.)

Usually, the Event does leave me a trace happier. It’s not a total wash. But at what point do I stop moving the goalpost and allow the Event to just be an unexpected bonus?