Category: Happy Happy Joy Joy
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Day 10: The Happiness Project
One of the things I’ve been testing recently has been my boundaries- both in the geographic and comfort level sense. Small steps, like putting Thwacky in his vibro chair while I cook for incrementally longer periods of time, or strapping him to my chest for an extended excursion to the grocery store on my…
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Day 9: The Happiness Project
There are only so many times you can say your happy moment was, for example, oh, I walked into town or Thwacky sat for X minutes in his vibro chair before it becomes tedious and repetitive. But it is, actually. Repetitive. It’s not at all tedious. Just repetitive. My life these days is surprisingly self…
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Day 8: The Happiness Project
The photo above is actually a slight cop out. I didn’t take any pictures yesterday (the day this post technically represents, as I’m still woefully behind). However, it does represent a happy thing- or at least something that was new and made me feel surprisingly competent and capable. I’m not exactly sure if happy…
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Day 7: The Happiness Project
Technically, this photo isn’t strictly my moment of happiness, though it was a big part of it. This was in Fingerprints Cafe, just up our street on the intermittently groovy Queens Road. They have really good coffee- proper Illy brews- and dangerous cakes (hello, lemon-ginger!) and a pleasantly chilled out vibe. This month, however,…
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Day 6: The Happiness Project
Now that Sir Thwackezoid has matured sufficiently in his meagre 8 weeks of life to sit patiently in his little vibrating chair by the French Doors in the kitchen, blurrily observing the impressionist happenings in the garden while I cook, I’ve been super busy cooking up a storm. A couple of days ago, after…
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Day 5: The Happiness Project
I’m posting yesterday’s happy thing today because I was in bed by 9 last night, goofy with tiredness. Which is fine, actually, because it still makes me happy, even after a surprisingly good night’s sleep (thank you, Thwacky!). It’s not just sleep deprivation that made yesterday’s happy thing groovy. Guys, I’m slowly restocking my…
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Day 4: The Happiness Project
One of the things that I hadn’t entirely realized before having Thwacky was how much arm-time babies (or at least this one) require. Not a difficult or unpleasant time, but a lot of it nevertheless. My parents arrived when he was a month old, at a time when he was nursing pretty much constantly…
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Day 3: The Happiness Project
Today we made the mildly epic drive down to Gatwick to see my parents off. They’ve been staying with us for a month, wrangling the Thwack so I could have my hands free to make muffins and bread and all those therapeutic carbohydrates, or do the dishes, or go to the dentist or visit the link,…
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Day 2: The Happiness Project
It’s Day 2 of my attempt to find something that makes me happy for 100 consecutive days. Today was a bit easier than yesterday to find something suitably happifying. The sun was shining and the tree blossoms were perfumed and billowy rather than sodden and thudding to the ground in sad clumps. We went…
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Day 1: The Happiness Project
It’s a cruddy, grey day today, with heavy white skies hovering low. Everything out there is sodden; the roof tiles on the houses opposite are matte silver with rain. The blossoms on the big tree in the back yard are falling to the ground, saturated. I’m shimmering with exhaustion after another sleepless night with…