Happiness Won’t Make You Old

A British study of over seven hundred thousand women showed that happiness does not lead to a longer life.  Ill health can make you unhappy and kill you early, but when that was taken out of the calculations, happy and unhappy women’s life spans were about the same.   

I read that and thought, “Oh, thank god.”  As a cancer survivor and a current heart patient, I’ve got enough “You shouldn’t do that” and “You should do that” concerns without adding, “And be happy, damn it, or you’ll die.”  The fact that I am happy helps, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to feel guilty when I get down because now, on top of being depressed, I’m killing myself.  And now I don’t have to, thanks to the Million Women Study.  That makes me happy.

How were you happy this week?

75 thoughts on “Happiness Won’t Make You Old

  1. A (Swedish) friend of mine, whom I hadn’t seen for about 2,5 years, was visiting friends in Rotterdam together with her Girlfriend (apparently it was the girlfriend’s friends) and came to see me too for a couple hours yesterday. Met her girl for the first time and got a very positive impression 🙂 which was nice. And hugs from a friend is always wonderful! So we walked and talked and had delicious Poké Bowls for lunch on a bench in the sun, and then my friend went with me back home whilst her GF went to a museum. So we sat here and chatted and laughed and had long discussions with DF about sexuality, work, burnouts, how to figure out where and how to find new energy, and there was so much love and happiness. <3 The best kind of day.

    And it was skirt-weather. I'm never sure with which skirts you can or can't use leggings or pantyhose (that is a word?) so I usually don't dare to wear skirts until it's warm enough to have bare legs. Love wearing skirts and dresses, so that made me happy too.

    1. Oh, I just remembered! Another happy thing happened Thursday, when we were at MIL’s. Both her cats are very shy and tend to avoid the livingroom when there are visitors. But one of them, Spot, padded into the room and started brushing himself against my legs until I bent down to pet him, and he was all for the cuddles! I had only touched him once before (she’s had him one year now), so I was both honoured and very astonished that he asked for all that attention. Later he jumped up onto the armrest beside me (twice, even) and ones even stepped down from it, onto my lap which he doesn’t even do with MIL normally. He jumped down to the floor again 5 seconds after, but HE WAS THERE. I felt blessed!

      And Pebbles, the other cat, also came into the livingroom later and headbutted my foot. Then she was gone again, but at least she dared to come close.

      Fascinating how the approval of a cat can make your day. 🙂

      (And I just got a vanilla milkshake from DF, so today looks to be a good one, too.)

  2. I’ve realised how terribly unhappy work makes me. Knowing this makes me happy because it means time to create a plan to get out of here. Teaching is rewarding, but teaching in a hostile environment is painful.

    I’m not exactly happy but it’s not bleak, so I’m avoiding the black sadness.

    I am happy about the finances. They’re still awful but I am analysing every cent spent to see where it’s going. The plan is to be smarter and have enough to put away some monthly.

  3. DH is starting a six month contract in another state in less than two weeks, and I’m bracing myself for being apart, so I’m not feeling overly happy right now. But I’ve given myself permission to feel down and just go a bit gently.

    We can’t uproot our sons for that time, so that means DH is going to be living interstate and coming home as much as possible. None of us are thrilled about it, and the last time we had to do this, several years ago, it sucked in a big way, but it is what it is.

    Tomorrow I’ll do happy, maybe. Not today.

  4. I’m very happy that my daughter has found friends. She has lived in a small city for six years and has mobility issues, and her health precludes her from signing on to regular activities. Also, I think over the years she has become fearful of meeting people.

    About 2 months ago she responded to a post in her apt building inviting folks to an LGBTQ get together. The group is fantastic — nice, supportive people who like hanging out with others.

    This past Thursday she went to an advance showing of Rocketman, feeling comfortable that there would be lots of friendly people around her. She’s going again tonight with one of her new friends.

    One last note tied to happiness — she has been pressured for years to “be” happy, under the notion that a good attitude leads to better health. Thank goodness for groups like But You Don’t Look Sick.

    1. There was a great Twitter thread recently, I think by ErynnBrook (that’s also her @ on Twitter) who writes a lot about neurodiversity (autism, ADHD), often with feminism thrown in too, and also about depression, where she talked about how advising someone who’s depressed to get more exercise shows a total lack of understanding of depression. It’s much the same as advice to “fake it ’til you make it” (the “just be happy”). I highly recommend anyone who’s on Twitter to follow her. I’ve learned a lot about being a better ally to neurodiverse people, beyond what I already know as someone who has a physical disability.

  5. I’m happy that my younger son and I had a fairly extensive “birds and the bees” talk book reading that went pretty well. Not that it was “fun” exactly, but it was like I ripped the band aid off and felt fine afterwards rather than traumatized. It was something I felt was necessary b/c he’s 7 and he said in a very blase tone the other day “Oh I know all about sex. Kids talk about it at school all the time.”

    Well, I think we all know how accurate playground information can be 🙁 so I decided it was time to get ahead of any nonsense he might be hearing. I feel like we both handled it pretty well and I feel at least for the next few years he’ll feel comfortable asking me if he has particular questions and I’ll feel comfortable answering him. I mean, I know I only have a few years until he’s totally mortified to talk to his mother about sex, but let me enjoy the trust window while I have it!

    There was an entertaining moment when he was processing all this baby making information and he said “but that’s not how you and Dad had me and (big brother), right?”

    Poor kid was hoping for immaculate conception! I did not laugh, but there might have been a lip twitch.

    1. I remember when Mollie asked me about sex. She was probably five or six and we’d just parked at Krogers. So we sat in the car and I explained the ins and outs, and how it wasn’t a game so take it seriously but there was nothing bad or wrong or about it, that it was healthy and normal so no slut shaming or any of that crap. She did pretty well with the mechanics, and seemed to get the whole sex-positive bit, and then we got into Krogers and she said, in that carrying voice small children have, “So sex is good, right?” I said, “Right, let’s get some ice cream,” and hustled her away.

      She’s got three kids now so she must have gotten the gist.

      1. We’d explained sex to our five year olds one day when asked. We didn’t take into account that their favorite TV channel was Animal Planet. Later, we were having lunch in a fairly crowded restaurant and one of them pipes up with “Mommy, does Daddy climb on your back during sex?” Oh the dead silence. I imagine the look I saw on my husband’s face was probably a match to mine. Then the entire restaurant started laughing.

          1. I spent most of a summer at the Jefferson County Public Library, circa age 12. I read all their mysteries, all their science fiction and fantasy, and all their sex education books. I may have read the illustrated ones twice.

    2. I grew up on a farm with horses and dogs and cats. Never really needed or got a birds and bees talk (my mother explained menstruation by giving me the M encyclopedia. By the end of it I’d used most of the set and a dictionary!) but it took me a while to realize that humans weren’t quite so limited in position.

      1. My daughter when she was 4 kept pretending to be pregnant and have babies. (For example, maybe 10 times on a bike ride.) I finally told her she couldn’t have any more babies until my sister had hers because it wasn’t fair. Not my best parenting moment but I just needed the repetition to end

        A month or so later I took her to the library and while I was looking for books for her she said in a very carrying voice from across the room. “Mom I’m pregnant.” Me: “ Ok”. “ I can be pregnant now because Aunt S had her baby.” “Ok”. “Do you want to know who the father is?” “Um. Sure.” “ Big Bird. He gave me the sperm last Thursday.”

        Demonstrating that even kids who sound like they know all about it may be deeply confused.

  6. I returned boy #2b (twins), to college yesterday – Thank goodness. I love having him around but he makes child #4 get nasty and it seems I’m stuck with her for the summer so any reduction of the nasties is good. Also if I hear, I didn’t use those dishes, as an excuse not to empty the dishwasher one more time… I swear I’ll commit a heinous act of some sort.

    Sorry, this was not very cheerful, but now that I have that off my chest, yesterday evening I spent a couple of hours on my friend’s porch chatting and drinking soda. She has the best view and it was a lovely evening and I felt much better afterward. Good friends, lilac and apple blossoms. That was very happy making.

  7. I’m so glad to hear this study too. I’ve got a relative who is a cancer survivor. She says she’s constantly pressured by others, particularly medical professionals, to never have an off day or worries, to “live every day as if it’s your last,” to constantly rejoice in her survival. She tells me that of course she rejoices in having survived, but that doesn’t mean bad things don’t happen or that she never has a down moment. And of course she’s got anxieties, for goodness sake.

    1. There’s a dreadful pressure, isn’t there, on people who are sick. Especially cancer, it seems. It comes very close to blaming in some cases. ‘If you were thinking positively you wouldn’t have got sick.’

  8. “I have absolutely no excuse to be sad”
    “You don’t need an excuse, you’re a human being”
    From Chicago Med

    With free will, comes emotions, you can’t force someone to live happily ever after, anymore then you can make them count their blessings like a maths sum and expect that to fix everything.

    That’s why this blog makes me happy, if the heroine loses it, sets fire to her tapestry kit and steal a horse to make a break for freedom, this is the crowd that will be right behind her

  9. After WEEKS of health nonsense (stomach flu, THEN cold that probably was bronchitis, THEN poison ivy), and MONTHS of my friend’s new job keeping her busy, we finally hung out yesterday! I introduced her to my partner! He and I got water ice afterward! She has a POOL! While I’m in a pool, I DON’T ITCH!

    I can’t sleep because as soon as I drift off, my whole body lights up with itchy misery, but hey, at least I had a few hours’ of relief.

  10. I’m going shopping with my sister to FINALLY get bras that fit again. And my apartment is dramatically cleaner than it normally is.

    It’s the little things in life.

  11. I hadn’t heard from one of my friends in a few days (we talk pretty regularly). She called this morning and we ended up having an amazing conversation, which lasted for over an hour. We talked about some things that were going on with us, and simply talking and sharing left us feeling very happy compared to how we were feeling at the beginning of the phone call.

  12. I got into a Shakespeare play, y’all! I got the smallest female part so I’m hardly in it, but at least that means the dialogue is easy.

    This is the whammy of my week and I’m only saying it here as yet another anonymous Jennifer:

    It has been an extremely long time (over a decade) since I have had any feeling for any dudes. Like to the point where I think my heart has straight up died and can’t go for anyone any more. I would get a psychic “ping” when I met someone that I could get into a relationship with, and that hasn’t happened in forever. Which is fine, since I’m far more likely to be murdered by a terrorist than to find anyone else again, etc. at my age (I know it’s not true, but it feels true) and I’d rather not want it if I can’t have it. But it is also still very weird in some respects.

    There is a fellow in my previous play (and hopefully this one–I’d be extremely surprised if he didn’t make it in but I haven’t had this confirmed yet) that I really like the acting of. I was blown away this week in particular. He has an amazing voice and can do all kinds of voices and that’s really cool. I like the dude. And I started having some…crushy feelings… during that audition. Well, it’s been kinda creeping on since I met him really. I do think he’s cute. And very nice. And geeky.

    Now, this isn’t going to be A Thing. Dude’s way younger than I am, I think this is more of an intellectual crush/crush on his amazing talent for me more than a boning thing, and I don’t think it’s mutual *at all* because there is no ping, so it would not work out. And that’s okay! The crushy feelings have kind of worn off by now over a few days, but I am supposed to see him tonight (god willing and my car still works) so we’ll see if that comes back or not in the next few weeks. Anyway…as the song says, it’s just a little crush, don’t make too much of it, don’t make a fuss and get crazy. It’s just nice to know I’m not *entirely* dead inside, you know? I’d never make a move, it’s just something to quietly enjoy in my own head if it continues.

    So those are the happies of the week for me.

    1. Some of my fondest relationship memories are from friendships that never became anything else with guys who just made me feel all warm whenever I met them. It’s a lovely thing, to feel that way about someone, knowing you’re never going to have to wash his socks. Just a little zing whenever you meet.

  13. As a… current heart patient, I’ve got enough “You shouldn’t do that” and “You should do that” concerns without adding, “And be happy, damn it, or you’ll die.”

    That’s me. And this week, which is to say today, I’m not all that happy. I stood on the scales this morning and they threw me off. Highest number since the congestive heart failure incident of October, 2017. And I know how I got here! I loved every calorie, every carb, every molecule containing sodium. And it Sunday Dinner With Dotter Day, and I WILL enjoy every calorie, every carb, every molecule containing sodium.

    Tomorrow, I resume the I Can Live With This diet. The goal: to be the healthiest corpse in the cemetery – but not any time soon.

  14. I made about a dozen “catnip kickers” this morning (they’re long and rectangular instead of mouse-shaped, so cats can hold them in the front paw near their noses and kick at them with their back paws), some for my clowder, some for my tenant’s, and some for my next-door neighbors.

    I’m happy AND my clowder is happy! And I finally have something tangible for the upcoming #workingwednesday if I can get them away from the cats long enough to take a picture.

  15. During the roughest parts of my chemo I was so weak that I could barely make it through the living room. If I wanted to be out in the world I had to use one of those riding carts in WalMart or the grocery store. So hearing that sitting was shortening my life and I needed to get up and moving was really demoralizing. I figured that if the cancer didn’t get me any time I had was bonus and quit worrying about it! Good to know I was right 🙂

    1. Been there, done that and now working a day-job that makes it really hard to get up and get moving. I think we all should give ourselves permission to just listen to our bodies and do what they tell us they want when in the midst of major health issues like cancer.

  16. Happiness was really last weekend: flew to Denver last Saturday morning for the wedding of the youngest son of some of our best friends. Due to various health issues, we hadn’t been able to see them (they live in Texas and we live in the northeast) for about three years and we have really been missing them. Wedding itself was in Boulder o Sunday, in an outside amphitheater on the top of Flagstaff Mountain. The weather co-operated beautifully and the couple were beautiful and in love. Best of all was the opportunity to visit with ALL of the groom’s side of the wedding and get to know some of the bride’s side, as it was a very small and intimate wedding with very few guests outside of family. We were honored to have been invited.

    This weekend I spent a couple of hours planting myrtle on a hillside that desperately needs ground cover (it was impossible to mow and had been thoroughly mulched last year) and doing some weeding and planting a few annuals along the front garden walk. Great to get my hands back in the dirt but tough on my back and my knees…need to get my gardening muscles back in shape after two years of only be able to do very limited gardening due to the health issues mentioned above.

  17. Today is my 29th wedding anniversary, about which I am very happy. Married badly the first time so I have some point of comparison. 🙂

    Yesterday was the memorial service for a dear friend who lost his battle with depression in April. A wrenching, emotional day, but a huge turnout (he was well-known both in the music and social justice worlds) and seeing lots of old friends eased the pain as much as it could have.

  18. My first three strawberries are nearly ripe! The garden and the allotment are making me really happy (as well as a bit stressed until I finish all my planting and sowing). I’m also enjoying getting to know people at the allotment. It turns out that Bert on the next plot knows my brother because they used to drink at the same pub forty years ago. And Megan from the drawing class I did last year is a couple of plots over.

    Glad I took this week for gardening.

  19. When it comes to breakfasts, I am a creature of habit. In summer I have muesli, fruit and yoghurt; in winter I have porridge, fruit and yoghurt.

    This morning I made the changeover. I have a cupboard full of preserved fruit to go on top of my porridge, and I feel like a fat little squirrel very pleased with her hoard of nuts.

    Porridge, yum. Winter has officially arrived.

    1. In the bad old days I would top my oatmeal/porridge with a pat of butter with added brown sugar to melt and add around the sides pour half & half (light cream). Now its a drizzle of honey and a scoop of French vanilla yogurt. Still so good.

    2. For 9 months of the year, it’s Bob’s Red Mill Thick Cut Organic Oatmeal (I buy it in 25 pounds sacks from the Red Mill) with milk, sliced almonds, golden raisins, brown sugar and cinnamon, plus a glass of grapefruit and a dish of fresh fruit. During the summer, it’s cold cereal, glass of grapefruit juice, fresh fruit. On Sundays, we change out to a slice of bacon, hash browns, eggs, juice and fresh fruit. We are such creatures of habit but it starts the day without having to make any decisions. It is a given.

  20. I read the stories about kids and sex and laughed my head off. That made me very happy. Great start to the day.

    Other than that, it’s a lovely sunny day after 3 days of icy rain, and it’s a public holiday. We’re going for a walk up on the hills above town, then to the museum.

  21. This week I accepted a job offer and finished the last big must-do project in the yard, which should now look tolerable through summer.

    Last night we went to see Derek Hough Live (great show!), this morning I put my husband to good use, and this afternoon we’re going out to a dance.

    Happy. 🙂

  22. For the first time in a week, I didn’t wake up feeling worse than the day before. Which I think means I am finally beating this cold/flu/plague thing — I’m not quite 100%, but it’s wonderful to feel the tide turn.

    To celebrate, I took a very quick trip out to pick up a book from the library hold shelf, and then happened to notice a posting for free tomato starts. So my decision to forego planting a garden this year has been overruled by the temptation of two dozen free baby tomato plants — already hardened off and ready to go, so I am totally justifying this as practically no work at all (and pretending I can’t foresee three months of weeding, staking, fretting over hailstorms, more weeding, chasing the dogs out of the garden, and so forth). I am bad at sticking to plans, but good at playing in the dirt, so it probably works out.

    1. As a happy update: I planted all the tomatoes (turns out I can’t count, so there were a LOT of little plants, whoops). While doing so, I found my first baby snakes of spring. They are so cute!

      The snakes are all western terrestrial garter snakes, so (essentially) harmless and very cool. We did have a few issues the first summer we moved in, because my dog thought they were an fabulous kind of self-propelled rope toy, but a little training has improved snake survival rates considerably.

      I know not everyone is a snake fan, but it makes me so happy that our yard maintains so much wildlife. We’re basically the only island of biodiversity in my immediate neighborhood, and I treasure the snakes, birds, and interestingly terrifying spiders that thrive in my weedy little jungle. So I can add to my list of happinesses: wiggly handfuls of tiny-and-scared snakelets, moved carefully to safer corners of my garden.

      1. I may have told this story before but when one of my sons was younger (8/9) he and his friend came into the house and deposited the contents of their pockets onto the kitchen table. You guessed it, baby snakes. I screamed! Then there was the time they were going to sell crabs door to door and brought a bucket of them to show me and tripped over the threshold. The bucket upended and spilled it’s contents all over the kitchen floor. By this time I was getting used to their shenanigans.

      2. We do have poisonous snakes, but mostly we have several types of rat snakes. We have gotten good at recognizing good from bad and over the years we almost have resident rat snakes. When we first moved in here the house had been deserted for a period of time and critters were taking over the attic. Before we could focus on what to do we noticed that they were slowly going away. Then we saw a HUGE rat snake coming down the AC drip line from the attic, drink from the end of it where the condensation was, then go back up. In a very short period of time the problems disappeared. Rat snakes have been my heros since then!

    2. I’m terrified of all snakes. So, you can enjoy them for me. I think my heart rate actually increased just by reading this thread.

      1. I’m with you, Kelly! Personally, I would rather keep the rats and other critters than the snakes, but I do recognize their importance to keeping the balance.

  23. The tiler is finally here!! I’m going to have two functioning bathrooms for the first time in a decade! I’m so happy (not so happy I’d die, I need to see it finished) I could burst!

    Want to know what’s even better? I’m going to have to go out to lunch with my husband because the tiler keeps stopping work to chat and I think we’re paying him by the hour…..

    1. And there’s a lovely new waitress from Argentina at my favourite coffee shop and she’s happy for me to practice my terrible Spanish with her. Hopefully I’ll become less terrible, which would be nice, Anglo Australians are rarely multilingual and I hate that.
      Last thing (it’s a big week), we have had confirmation that we will be moving to Yokohama, Japan for an unknown amount of time (his work)! I can learn Japanese and have some splendid adventures. I’m sooooo excited!!!

  24. That study is very comforting, since my grasp of happiness is tenuous at best. I credit my “prepare for the worst” upbringing for that.

  25. Come to think of it, telling anyone to be anything is incredibly rude. (forming new resolution to watch self)

    I was very virtuous, and very self indulgent, so happy about balance in my life, clean floors and flowers in my front pots…. which I haven’t watered today – gotta go.

  26. I was happy that the Good Omens miniseries is good. There are great moments and it’s cast extremely well. I suspect some of the flaws are from production wanting to use David Tennant and Michael Sheen as much as possible. I will certainly watch anything that the two of them are in together. I watched it all and have started again.

    I got a lot of cuddle time with 2 of my 3 nephews this weekend. My youngest sister and her dog are in town to visit so there will be a sister hangout tomorrow when the newborn is sleeping.

    1. I’m halfway through and I’m not blown away, except for Sheen and Tennant doing the odd couple so brilliantly. I think it’s just the problem of adapting any novel to the screen, but also anything by Pratchett (how do you film the footnotes?). I’m planning on finishing the last three episodes and then doing a post so we can all discuss translating between media and how godawful they’ve made David Tennant look (on purpose) and how charming he makes evil look.

      I was really surprised (shocked?) by the crucifixion scene, but they used it well. That “What did he do?” “Told them to be kind to one another.” “Oh, yeah, that’ll do it” was dead on.

      1. I agree whole-heartedly. Loved the Sheen/Tennant chemistry, including the new-for-the-miniseries scenes. Otherwise, it had a desperate “tell, don’t show” problem going on, which I think might partly be due to trying to adapt Pratchett prose, and partly because I just don’t think Gaiman shines as a screenwriter (at least not when it comes to his own work, anyway).

        1. I’m not crazy about Gaiman as a writer; that is, I know he’s good with words but I have problems with his storytelling. Having said that, I love all of the book Good Omens, so clearly he’s got me there. I think it’s just a really hard book to adapt.

          1. Jenny, I’m looking forward to your plan to focus on this series in the future. I liked the book of Neverworld. I liked the book of Starlight. I disliked the move of Beowulf. The movie of Starlight was okay. I love Agnes Nutter in Good Omens and that plot line was my favorite. It probably doesn’t get much time in the TV series.

          2. I don’t like what they’ve done with Anathema in the movie–young, beautiful, American, sort of clueless–but as the AV Club reviewer pointed out, when you’ve memorized a book of completely accurate prophecies, your life tends to flatten out. But the Aziraphale/Crowley plot is not to be missed. And the visual are great, too.

      2. I usually detest movie adaptations of books I’ve enjoyed, but the acting in this one is really making me love it. Although I’m getting a little bit tired of the narration, the acting just keeps drawing me back in.

      3. I’ve watched just episode 1 so far and loved it.

        I think it’s just the problem of adapting any novel to the screen, but also anything by Pratchett (how do you film the footnotes?)

        The only way I can see Pratchett’s footnotes done in a movie is to stop the film and do the text over the scene. Then restart. I’m not sure it’s the best way, but I can’t picture another. They didn’t do anything in The Color of Magic or Hogfather.

        1. Yeah, the narration is already chopping up the flow.
          I think the problem is that the book is written in omniscient, which means you need narration, and follows so many different plot lines that do all eventually converge, so the story is going to be choppy. But every time they cut away from Aziraphale and Crowley, I’m just waiting for them to go back.

  27. I read The Happiness Project with a friend. I realized I’m not a happiness driven person. But I’m okay with that. Although I do love Disneyworld, which is the happiest place on earth so…maybe.

  28. We had an excellent trip to see our daughter in California, combining home fix-up activities with touristy fun.

    Our biggest adventure: splurging on a Segway tour. Somehow I’d missed that we would be riding IN the street. In San Francisco. At 5 p.m. on a holiday weekend.

    I’m happy to have survived.

      1. My husband’s business was asked for quotes on parts for the Segway while it was being developed. The Segway people thought that by sending out requests for quotes to all sorts of different machine shops no one would figure out what they were doing.

        But these guys work together a lot. They had a very clear idea of the Segway.

        I want to work that into a story some day. Feel free to take it.

    1. Washington DC was fun on a segway. Philadelphia on garbage day was less than relaxing. The hilliness of San Francisco at rush hour seems like an unpleasant adrenalin rush. Did your fitbit count it as exercise? It seems like it would count cardio.

      1. Our beginner-level tour did only a couple hills. Going up was easy, going down was scary. I don’t do fitbit, but I felt the effects of being on my feet for two hours.

        I enjoyed riding and sporting a fancy helmet but was disappointed with the guide’s narrative (through earbuds)–more fluff than fact. On the other hand, he was extremely conscious of the group’s safety. And I was concentrating on driving an unfamiliar vehicle through city streets, so maybe I wouldn’t have absorbed more detailed history.

        1. It was a great way to see parts of Washington, the guide was interesting and most of the tour was around the memorials, so little not much time on actual streets. In Philidelphia, the guide was much more focused on us from not being injured. I can’t picture riding down long steep streets. Next time you could play polo on a segway. Isn’t Steve Wozniak in that area, I read that he plays. Probably not street-segway-polo.

  29. My Sunday’s Happys comment landed in Saturday’s Nice comments, probably because for just a moment I was Unmindful. In it I mindfully touted one funny, terrific movie, Book Smart. Go see it. Because you shouldn’t miss out because of my lapse.

  30. I’m happy that your post/article just seconded something I read in the most beautiful book in the world, “The Antidote: Happiness for People Who Can’t Stand Positive Thinking,” by Oliver Burkman. I was secretly ashamed of my daily (hourly?) penchant for thinking of the worst things that go wrong (Kidnapping at my kids’ playground! Drug deals gone wrong as I grocery shop! Stripping in the middle of that boring business meeting and jumping on the table to sing, “This is Me!”), and for not being bezerk-Mary-Poppins-cheerful all the damn time, as a “happy” person should be.

    Huh. Turns out the Stoics thought about death and dismemberment all the time as a way to appreciate what they currently have at any given moment as fleeting and precious- now that’s happiness in my (this) book 😀

  31. Our kitchen renovation is moving along! I’m expecting that by the end of the week, all the cupboards will be in and I can move stuff into them. I’m also hoping the countertops will be measured and ordered this week. Then on to the trim.

    We’ve also had a few days without rain. That has helped with feelings of happiness. Sunshine can do wonders to improve a person’s mood.

  32. I’ve just returned today from two weeks of holiday in Vancouver and surrounds. I got to see my daughters, enjoy sunny warm days in beautiful Vancouver, and also to drive up the Sunshine Coast, taking some fantastic scenic ferry rides, and relax for a few days on Lilloet Lake. All this makes me very happy, despite now being 8 hours jet lagged.


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.