Penny Castle is on a madcap chase in pursuit of that most elusive of conditions: happiness. The only female in a household of more or less skeptical males Penny’s journey begins when a hopeful mid-career switch crumbles into disappointment. In a funk, she turns to an inspiring happiness expert she finds on TedTalks, and decides to try the strategies he suggests. All of them. It can’t harm … or can it?
Her forays into meditating, journaling, running (no-one could accuse her of being athletic) and horse-riding, are all sabotaged by her very own internal critic, a tweezer-lipped character called Sally, who never fails to point out her shortcomings. In Sally’s jaundiced view, no ambition, however noble, doesn’t deserve a stab in the back.
Penny’s final attempt to corner her target leads her into the realms of “acts of service”. In her case, this takes the form of a morning spent picking up dog turds in a local park. No discernible happiness results.
Even her work as a “happiness coach”, while it delivers joy to her clients, doesn’t seem to do the trick for her.
Her quest seems doomed to eternal, if hilarious, failure…
But all along, Penny’s been toiling away at something never mentioned by the happiness experts. Something she began, not for happiness sake, but to do her maternal duty. It’s during the hours she spends in this pursuit that she begins to feel most at ease with herself and her world. Could it be the answer she’s been seeking? This time, it’s not Sally who steps in to explode the possibility. Drought and a Biblical flood do that job very well, thank you very much.
But that’s not the end of Penny’s story… or her quest.
It is one of those days when there is power when we were supposed to load shed. The artisans who were booked for later in the week turned up early. Yup - that's stone cutting going on ins background and probably a spot of close up dog...
I am Penny Castle and I’m weird.
For decades I was a super-successful “pretending-to-not-be-weird” happiness coach and consultant. I had a full client-list featuring blue-chip and Fortune 10 clients. They hired me because they knew (as do I) that happier people are also more productive, make better decisions and even sell more than their miserable colleagues. I was super successful and my clients got great results. But personally? Personally, my work-life was making me miserable. It felt like all the happiness had been taken out of the happiness industry.
On the 21 January 2017 all that was forgotten. My teenage son, Joshua, was diagnosed with a rare and aggressive cancer: cholangiocarcinoma. He died in January 2018.