happinessoverhaul

Exhibit B: this stuff really works

Guys! I have more prove proof that "this stuff" really works! I can't tell you what it is yet, because I have promised to keep a secret. I have promised to curb my enthusiasm. But I just have to share the bubbly feeling on the inside...

IT IS POSSIBLE to think of something so often and so full of feeling AS IF IT HAS ALREADY HAPPENED that it will just manifest.

No, it's not the house.
No, I'm not pregnant again/ still/ yet
No, there was no Audi Q7 with a big bow parked in front of the door this morning

Sometimes I just don't know what to do with my life.

Suffering from a minor insecurity attack, I want to just NOT write today, so instead I'll share this with you (which, coincidentally, is kinda about that).

Seriously, make a cup of tea for yourself and watch Elizabeth Gilbert speak. It's Monday morning, we all deserve some procrastination! Here it is. The renewed sense of inspiration afterwards is a bonus.

Happiness is... doing crafts together.

I'm doing FAN-TAS-TIC.

Well, that was it... today the miscarriage finally started. It's painful - both physically and emotionally, but it's still better than the D&C the doctor had scheduled for me for this coming Tuesday.

You would think that I would cry all day, right, this being the fifth f*#^%ing loss in a row. But I didn't even have the time to feel sorry for myself. Between cleaning up my daughter's puke in MY bed and driving my stepson to the ENT doctor, picking up snotty tissues and peeling oranges, sewing her dance costume for this weekend and cooking diner, I just tried to breath through it all.

I got a phone call from somebody, who was actually looking for my husband. "How are you?" he asked kindley. I shrugged my shoulders, about to say "f.i.n.e".

Then I remembered. And I replied: FAN-TAS-TIC! JUST GREAT.

It doesn't work yet. Guess it takes some practice.

Tool Tuesday: FAKE IT TILL YOU MAKE IT.

QUESTION: What do you normally answer when somebody asks you "how are you?".

If you're anything like me, the standard answer usually is something uneventful like "fine, and you?", "okay" or - if you're having a particularly nice day - you might actually say "good".

Do you ever say "FANTASTIC!" or "I AM MOST BLESSED! THANK YOU FOR ASKING!".

I don't. I would be embarrassed. Especially when it's not a friend asking, but just those curtsy exchanges at supermarket, at the school parking lot or at the post office.