I think my friend’s resolution to “just try to be happy every day” is infinitely more likely to lead to happiness than my making a list of 100 things to do, trying to slog through it, and feeling suicidal when I can’t possibly do it all.
The joy of crossing a task off a list diminishes in comparison to the joy of lying on my electric blanket and watching Mad Men with my sweetie, doing a construction site floor jigsaw with Emily while she hides the pieces under her Cars pajamas or reading Charlotte’s Web with Charlotte and discussing where bacon comes from.
Geez, Louise, I feel like a loser for thinking I’d be able to blog on my multitude of successful outcomes. I think I’ll post about what makes me happy instead.
Okay, so I still love making lists, but I think I’ll start making my lists a little shorter.
- Eat right.
- Exercise, at least a bit.
- Be kind.
- Eat popcorn, but only if I feel like it.
- Do stuff that makes me happy.