In Search of Happiness
In 2006, I packed my bags and drove alone from California to Mazatlán, Mexico, a colorful resort town on the Pacific coast. I didn’t know anyone there. But at 50, as the next half of my life came into focus, I had decided to prioritize deep, soul-level joy and happiness. In search of happiness Money difficulties aside, I liked my life in the U.S. I had a big community of friends. My three adult kids were financially stable and happily partnered. Yet something was missing. Things that made other people happy left me restless and dissatisfied. I constantly felt like I wasn’t enough and didn’t have enough. I saw friends buying million-dollar homes, expensive cars and the newest phones. It felt like a game that couldn’t be won — and I wasn’t interested in playing anymore. I had vacationed in Mazatlán the year before I moved. They say travel is good for the soul and opens you up to new possibilities. Walking the beach, swimming in the ocean and soaking up the sun, I pictured myself li...