I’ve been thinking a lot about happiness lately. And what it means. I’ve been told my whole life to look for happiness. To find what makes me happy. But I’m not a terribly happy person and I’m not sure looking for happiness is making me any happier. In fact, I think the impact is quite the opposite. Lately, I’ve been telling my daughter to look for meaning, not happiness. Happiness is elusive and temporary. Happiness is a fleeting feeling. Meaning sticks around a bit. It has a bit more heft to it. It’s possible in finding meaning you might be bestowed moments of contentment, gratitude, connection, even happiness. I’m looking for meaning. What brings you meaning?