At the recommendation of my dear friend Allison, I have been reading the book "The Happiness Project" for the past few weeks.
I have loved this book and would highly recommend it. It is a "I'm not happy with my life so maybe a book will tell me what to do" read. No, it's a "I'm a pretty happy person and I want to think about ways that I can make my happy life even better." The Happiness Project has helped me identify the little things that cause me ridiculous, unnecessary stress (such as the worry I feel when it's 11pm Thursday night and I realize that our trash is not on the curb... what if we miss the trash truck? Do I really want to get out of bed and put the trash on the curb? Oh no! What to do? Let's fret about it for 15 minutes, shall we?) and get myself to eliminate it. Also, it has helped me create mini goals for myself to make my life and home a happier place. Bottom line: read it. Do it. Love it.
Last Sunday's church talks and lessons were all about gratitude, which was perfect for me at this moment in my life. I've found myself getting bogged down by life and feeling a little "poor me" at times. Poor me that my job is giving me gray hair, poor me that Dylan throws 500 tantrums each day, poor me that I don't have a closet filled with Anthropologie clothes. Nope, this gratitude overload has made me realize lucky me that I have a job, lucky me that I have my sweet Dylan, lucky me that I have a closet full of clothes. Seriously, I don't have to have a fancy, glitzy, perfect life to be happy.
Here's something that has cracked me up for the past few days... I dare you not to smile at my boy shoving mac and cheese into his mouth with such ferocity. Love. him.