So last night, or this morning depending on who you talk to, I went to sleep with the beautiful announcement of no school and awoke to a winter wonderland despite the fact that it's March. Now, I don't really do "snow" or "cold weather that makes me want to jump into a volcano for even an ounce of warmth" but I am eternally grateful to the looming presence of global warnings effects on Mother Nature and how she has decided to grace me with a blanket of cancellations. This being said it is very difficult to stay productive on snow days like this one. I for example, have been on my phone reading stories about warmth, on Instagram looking at pictures of warm places, and generally lusting over, you guessed it! Warmth.
But in a moment of strength I have sat my pretty little devil phone down and have gotten to some reading. Now, I've got myself a bad case of wanderlust. It's lingering and I am constantly saying "Oooh I want to go there and do this and eat that and breathe that air I'm sure it's lovely to be around those people." In the past few weeks I've realized that this is a problem for I am neglecting to see the nice things that surround me for there are always nice things to appreciate. I could've just brushed off the nagging feeling that I am going about being happy and satisfied all wrong but instead I picked up this beauty.
Ah yes, The Happiness Project.
This wonderfully candid little book is opening my eyes in new ways and I'm only on the first chapter (after having owned it for almost a year, yikes!). What's refreshing about this book is that I can relate to what this woman is feeling regarding how she wants more from life. It's nice to know I'm not alone.
Though I am only a tiny bit of the ways into this book I highly recommend it. Finding what makes you happy and doing what you can to make it encompass your entire life is a virtue I hope to achieve with a little help from this book.
So besides reading, doing scholarships for college, and generally pining after Michael Scofield and Tim Riggins, I went to lunch with my good old father. Nothing like a Panera date with someone who begrudgingly lets you eat off their plate because they're used to 20+ years of their wife doing it.
In essence today has been very much about not doing anything at all and not feeling bad about it. So I leave with pictures of my ride to civilization from the wilderness in which I live.
Pretty. Pretty and dangerous. Pretty and dangerous and why I didn't drive.
xxxxx
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