I was very happy when I fixed my thermostat.
As most of you don’t know, I’ve recently joined the 100 Happy Days project. Like how I made that sound all cool and important?
Joke’s on you – it IS cool and it seems pretty important and you can join it too!
Far as I can tell, the whole point is to post, tweet, or instagram your way to being aware of your happiness. Each day, for one hundred days, you share something that you tag as #100happydays and, presumably, by the end of it there is a moment where you can say to yourself: “Well, even on that shitty day from hell, I found something that made me happy”. Although, in that case, happy might mean “less like burning the world down” – which is still a victory!
I decided to join because I have a lot going on for the next one hundred days. I feel like this type of thing is a good record keeper, is a good way to really delight in little things, and maybe even a way to help process the transition that is moving over four thousand miles away from my home. No pressure, 100 Happy Days project.
I like the idea of being more mindful of things that make me smile. I like the idea that I am sharing something joyful with others. It seems like a nifty way to share something of myself and, well, I like that my name is in the name. I’m not sorry.
It is so easy to use the internet to be angry or vent. I do it all the time, tweeting about people on the train that piss me off or judging things around me. It’s a way to be closer to other people – you share the things you hate, the things you like, that sort of thing. I want to also share the things that I’m grateful for, I want to be aware of the positive things more often because when the negative things happen – and they will – it is too easy to spiral down into misery. I want to find a way to halt that descent. I want to be able to say, even on my worst days, that there was even one little thing that was good about that day.
Anyone else taking part in the 100 Happy Days project?
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