The ‘Secret’ To Happiness

Home from Belgium, and of this morning, the bod is back on Pacific Standard Time. Welcome new readers from China.

From the paper of record. “What’s the Secret to Happiness? These Researchers Have a Theory.” This piece is an unusually thoughtful rumination on an increasingly popular and illusive phenomenon, happiness. Based on a newish book titled “How to Feel Loved”.

A few key excerpts:

“Sonja Lyubomirsky has been a leading researcher on the science of happiness for decades. And for just as long, people have asked her: What is the secret?

Dr. Lyubomirsky . . . has always chafed at this question. The secret to happiness? How ridiculous and reductive.

When pressed, she told me she tends to say something along the lines of: ‘Connection and relationships. Positive thinking, which includes gratitude. And a sense of control in your life.’

But if she really had to choose one thing, she said, the secret to happiness is “feeling loved.”

Well then, what’s the ‘secret’ to feeling loved?

“Research on love and happiness has tended to focus on the love one feels for others. But . . . what really makes us happy is how much love we feel coming back to us.

People who want to feel more loved tend to take one of two approaches that aren’t necessarily effective. . . : They try to fix themselves (if only I were better, kinder, more attractive, etc.) or they try to fix the other person (if only my partner would finally figure out my love language!).

But if you want to feel more loved . . . don’t focus your energy on trying to change anyone. Instead, change the conversations you’re having.

How?

“In order to feel more loved by others, you must begin by making them feel loved by you, the authors write. And becoming a better listener is one of the most powerful ways to do that.

Many of us think we’re pretty good listeners, Dr. Lyubomirsky said, but really, we’re mostly just waiting for our turn to speak. . . So she recommends adopting a “listening to learn” mind set. Basically, shift your focus from responding to understanding.

‘When someone feels deeply seen, valued, and understood by you, they become more willing, motivated, and even eager to do the same for you,’ the authors write.

But becoming a better listener takes practice. Some simple best practices: Don’t interrupt, Dr. Lyubomirsky said, and don’t offer advice unless the person you’re talking to asks for it.

And ask follow-up questions. Dr. Reis often defaults to three words he said rarely fail: ‘Tell me more.'”

A seesaw, really?

“The authors believe giving and receiving love function together like a seesaw: You lift a person up with the weight of your curiosity and attentiveness — and they do the same in turn.

‘The other side is very important also, to be sharing what’s important to you, to be sharing what you’re concerned about, so it can really become a two-way street.’

Reciprocity isn’t guaranteed, but it is a powerful social norm, . . . We have a tendency to respond with care and kindness to those who show them to us.

What if it doesn’t work?

“Of course, sometimes you can do your best to listen and be open, and the other person gives you zilch in return. If that’s the case — or if you are finding it challenging to muster genuine curiosity — those are signs this isn’t the right relationship to invest a lot of effort and energy in.

‘“’Sometimes we choose the wrong person that we want to feel more loved by,’”’ Dr. Lyubomirsky said.”

I wonder if two related challenges are explored in the book, challenges that inevitably complicate how loved one feels, particularly males.

The first is an inability to “share what’s important to you”. Put more simply, to express one’s feelings. Too often, boys are discouraged from expressing their feelings, then, as men, they struggle to communicate much at all about their inner lives. So the seesaw gets stuck with males feet safely and firmly planted on the ground.

The second is less gender-specific. Many people are convinced that they are way too broken to be loved, let alone deeply. No one ever learns perfect self-compassion or self-love, we’re all prone to be too hard on ourselves. At best, we are works-in-progress.

But it will become obvious that you and I are eminently lovable the more we listen, learn about, and love one another.

Over And Out

Fun finale. Large group. I hid out in a lux steam room yesterday eve and it revived me. That, or just as I suspected, I rode myself into decent shape right at the very end.

As it says in the Old Testament, by the seventh eighth day Ron had finished the work he had been doing; so on the seventh eighth day he rested from all his work. Tomorrow is a rainy rest day.

Charge Me

News alert. I am not buying Apple’s foldable iPhone Duo.* For two reasons. Most importantly, because I want to spend less time with my pocket computer. With a Duo, I’d likely spend more. I want to make eye contact with you, not signal anything about success or social status. Secondly, my vision makes my existing iPad a better reader/mobile t.v.

I want one thing out of a new phone, greatly improved battery life. That’s why I’m getting the new 18. The hope is, top it off while microwaving the morning oats, and forget it.

Speaking of which, I’m sticking with my Garmin sports watch because the batteries in even Apple’s newest watches can’t compare. Apple’s newest/most expensive watch is supposed to get 50 hours. My Garmin lasts a week. Game, set, match.

I have a dream of living in a world free of cables and chargers. Apple should take a clue from Porsche. Porsche’s newest electric SUV can be wirelessly charged . All you have to do is plug in the pad and drive over it. Next morning, all juiced up.

Dear reader, let me know if that Porsche set up is as sweet as it seems.

*First iteration at least. I reserve the right to flip-flop and Duo2 or 3.

Rinse And Repeat

Alternative title, You Can Put A Fork In Me.

Ride six was supposed to be an easy 25 mile recovery ride, but by the time I arrived at the start it had morphed into a regular 43 miler with a healthy dose of climbing. I felt depleted mid-ride because I didn’t eat a 43 mile breakfast and I didn’t pack three hours of nutrition in my jersey pocket.

But I managed. Running on fumes meant few pictures. Like the (dis)United States in 2026, I’m a shell of my former self. One more ride tomorrow. Sunday it’s going to rain and Monday is travel home day.

I am very lucky to be healthy and to have the friends, time, and resources to have made this trip possible.

Ride 5—Gonna See A Guy About A Cow

Today, Greg, Alex, Tom, and I rode a hell of a long ways to get coffee at a coffee/bicycle shop. Which, in September, is only open on the weekends.

“Gonna see a guy about a cow” became code for “I’m going to take a nature break.” Which is cycling parlance for “I need to whizz.” Which is a crass way of saying, “I am going to dismount in order to urinate.” Since we’re on the subject, get a load of this.

So, it’s okay to pee in the urinal if you bend from the waist a little. And it’s a-okay to levitate slightly about the toilet seat. And to pee into the toilet as long as you lead with your mid-section. What is NOT okay, is squatting on the rim of the toilet. For heaven’s sake, if you feel compelled to squat, put the seat down first. Yes, the length and difficulty of today’s ride could be effecting me. Here are the deets I know you’re dying for.

I couldn’t have found a nicer group of fifty-somethings to beat on me. Really, a spectacular day on the bike. Brilliant roads, more Belgium countryside goodness, and air conditioning with sunshine, blue skies, and temps around 60. One particular stretch, a straight smooth gentle downhill that cut through a heavily wooded forest was as good as it gets.

At the midpoint, Alex and I tried to rebound from the coffee/bike shop being closed by splitting a pizza. Which he washed down with two fahncy coffees. Eating five pieces of pizza mid-ride may not have been the best decision I’ve made today.

The iPhone Duo For The Win

Sipping coffee, reading this. Already watched some initial impression vids. I know what’s going to happen. So does “ChromeAce” who started his day by dunking on MacFan782020.

People are complaining mightily about the price. But they will buy it. Because it will be aspirational and it will signal success. If it makes my iPad superfluous, I might Duo myself. However, I will wait for the dust from a few key reviewers to settle before deciding.

And good news. Mine will be free. Because your buying it will raise the price of my shares. Thank you in advance.

Day Four—Southwest

Today our nucleus divided into four parts. Chip, Alex, Tom, and I had a tale of two rides.

If you’re a route leader, know that I will grade your route planning. Once an educator and all. On today’s 40-miler (64 kilometers), Dennis had a “D” after our first 17 miles. The four of us had to choose to bounce on the semi-rough sidewalk/bike path or deal with speeding traffic on the very edge of buttery, but busy roads.

And come on Dennis, you know a headwind is going to completely feck up your grade.

Spirits lifted at mile 17 when we finally found ourselves on rural roads. We took advantage of a tailwind through small village after small village. We exhaled, loosened the shoulders, enjoyed the scenery, and made better time. Lots of cool houses sprinkled throughout the villages. Dennis easily ended up with a passing grade. Even at the University of Michigan.

Fast forward to mile 37 where we were bombing a smooth, tree-lined, truly beautiful but narrow road. That had been lightly traveled. I looked down at my computer and saw 35 mph. When I looked up I saw a giant garbage truck barreling right towards us. Skip dove into the gravel shoulder in front of me. I rode the white line and turned my torso to the right and easily had at least 12 inches. Alex, behind me, said he also opted to stay on the road and had one inch.

The rural roads are trippy. Very lightly traveled, but when you least expect it, all of a sudden a large tractor or a speeding luxury car will be barreling towards you. So people, don’t lose focus and live to ride another day. Like us. Peace out.

Durbuy-Tohogne-Jenneret-Borlon-Etc.

A very nice recovery ride is in the books. A malaise fell over a large swath of the group this morning. The surviving quintet—AY, SL, MG, DP, and I spent the morning leisurely spinning up and down farmland vales.

So leisurely I learned a lot not only about World War II, but the history of CPUs. I don’t know who was the bigger nerd in the late 70s/early 80s, Dennis or Mark. Tie for first I suspect. They got emotional discussing their first calculators. LOL.

Beautiful scenery that didn’t hit quite as hard on Day 3 such is human nature. We adapt. Dare I say I’m getting used to the beautiful, bucolic, Belgian countryside. There are still surprises though. Like endless bike paths, with “Z” would be thrilled to know, excellent signage. And the Belgians have figured out how to avoid tree root bumps, their tarmac is, like Barbara Streisand’s voice, buttery.

I’m not sure AI will be much help with today’s question. I asked it yesterday, after traversing through some very wealthy enclaves. “Where do the poor people live?” “There aren’t any,” was the duplicate answer I got from a few knuckleheads. Someone, anyone, please do better. Thank you in advance.

Postscript. Click on images for captions.