So, on the Facebook, there's a thing circulating called 100 Days of Happiness, wherein for 100 days, you're supposed to take a picture of something that made you happy that day. And apparently 71% of the people who undertake it wash out citing lack of time.
To which I say, "No shit."
Look, I'm happy 365 days a year. Truly. Even on the worst days of my life, I can find a reason to be happy.
A few examples:
I had to have a cancerous lump removed from my scalp, which required scalpels, gauze, hair loss and most of all CANCER. But they got it all, and even though it hurt, and it took a while for the crater they removed to grow back in, I remember two good things from that day - one, the doctoral fellow that was assisting my surgeon was a really, really nice looking man. And the second one is that Matt and I had lunch at Melrose before we went home, and I had warm, fresh-baked cookies. I also remember Matt joking with me on the way home. I was happy.
Lola. Well, that was a terrible day, the day I had to have her put down, but I was happy that I got to say goodbye and be with her. So even though I have grieved, I loved first - and that makes me happy.
Even while Dad has been sick, there have been happy moments. The speech therapist told us we should sing with him to get him vocalizing - because songs are stored in a part of his brain that wasn't affected - so last October, Mom, Laura and I started singing all kind of things. I jokingly broke into Dixie, and we all sang it with gusto, until we realized how horribly racist it was and then we laughed. I can still think about that, and no matter how scary it was, I can smile.
I'm happy because I have love, work, shelter, food, clothing, and all the amenities of a good life.
That's not to say I don't have stress, worry, sadness, grief, anger, and every other item on the toppings bar of the Fro-Yo that is my emotional state.
But I whistle and sing more than I cry and moan.
Why limit yourself to 100 days? That's less than 1/3 happy.
Now the picture taking and hash tagging. That's a pain in the ass. Just be happy and aware of it - you don't have to track it.
ae
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| I actually have this clock in my kitchen. It makes me VERY happy. |
To which I say, "No shit."
Look, I'm happy 365 days a year. Truly. Even on the worst days of my life, I can find a reason to be happy.
A few examples:
I had to have a cancerous lump removed from my scalp, which required scalpels, gauze, hair loss and most of all CANCER. But they got it all, and even though it hurt, and it took a while for the crater they removed to grow back in, I remember two good things from that day - one, the doctoral fellow that was assisting my surgeon was a really, really nice looking man. And the second one is that Matt and I had lunch at Melrose before we went home, and I had warm, fresh-baked cookies. I also remember Matt joking with me on the way home. I was happy.
Lola. Well, that was a terrible day, the day I had to have her put down, but I was happy that I got to say goodbye and be with her. So even though I have grieved, I loved first - and that makes me happy.
Even while Dad has been sick, there have been happy moments. The speech therapist told us we should sing with him to get him vocalizing - because songs are stored in a part of his brain that wasn't affected - so last October, Mom, Laura and I started singing all kind of things. I jokingly broke into Dixie, and we all sang it with gusto, until we realized how horribly racist it was and then we laughed. I can still think about that, and no matter how scary it was, I can smile.
I'm happy because I have love, work, shelter, food, clothing, and all the amenities of a good life.
That's not to say I don't have stress, worry, sadness, grief, anger, and every other item on the toppings bar of the Fro-Yo that is my emotional state.
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| Here, the sour gummy worms represent happiness. |
But I whistle and sing more than I cry and moan.
Why limit yourself to 100 days? That's less than 1/3 happy.
Now the picture taking and hash tagging. That's a pain in the ass. Just be happy and aware of it - you don't have to track it.
ae
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