I read somewhere that people that feel happy most of the time volunteer their time. All that feel goodness from volunteering improves their mood.
I put in 6 hours of hard labor (ok, painting) with Habitat for Humanity today.
I don’t feel any happier. Tired? Yes. Sore? Yes. Still waiting on the happy.
I arrived at the site and met Ty Pennington! Ok, not the real Ty Pennington. He was a local version…but he looked liked Ty and was a little hyper, very excited, and has never met a stranger. Local Ty was the site leader and he put me straight to painting the upstairs. I had splattered paint on me within the first 10 minutes. After 30 minutes, I had as much paint on me as on the walls. By that point, I didn’t even try to keep it off my shirt or jeans. There were other girls there her barely had a smudge on their hands. I, on the other hand, looked like I bathed in paint and primer. On the bright side, guess who was a better painter? The messy one or the college kid afraid of getting a spot on them? That’s right…me. Oops. Just lost a hard earned karma point on that comment.
I figured after putting in 6 hours of hard work for a good cause gave me 6 hours of “good” time that I could trade for “bad” time. Bad times are when I am rude to customer service personnel (they bring it on themselves, really), or when I tailgate (if you would go the speed limit, we wouldn’t have this problem), or when I gossip at work (hey – did you hear about…wait…good points). I don’t think my good time bank is going to last very long. That’s why I am going back next week to paint trim and help put in laminate floors.
If only the happy would hurry up and get here….