The Lie We Tell Ourselves About Happiness

Why even the good things don’t feel good enough — and how struggle, not comfort, gives life its shape.

If you ask me what I fantasize about most on any given weekend, it’s lying down. I don’t need to nap. I don’t even need to be comfortable. With an extremely active two-year-old, lying down on the driveway sounds great. There’s a meme about this: “Nobody told me how much of parenting is standing up right after you sit down.” I think a lot about how glori…