A few months back I discovered the #100happydays initiative and decided to give it a go. Every day, on Facebook, I would post about something that had made me happy that day.
Not so much, no.
Originally I self imposed a rule where I would not talk about the twins, since no matter how naughty or ill or boring they can be, there is always something they do that fills me with joy and happiness. So, no posts about the twins.
It only took me about a week to realise that this self imposed rule was crazy as some days, when I can’t leave the house, for example, there is not much more to my happiness than the kids. So I scrapped the rule.
And it was much easier from then on. Every day there was something… Some days it was a big thing like seeing old friends and having a great time; other days it was small things, like having something really tasty for lunch…
But other days, I struggled to find something unique and new. And this is when I started getting quite pissed off about the whole thing.
Most days (especially towards the end) I found it a chore! Surely this happy-happy, let’s-all-show-the-world-how-cool-we-are enterprise shouldn’t be an annoying task?! It’s not that I hadn’t been happy, but for me happiness is a state of mind and I don’t really need to pin point it to a particular event or thing.
So you know what? I quit it at around day 85. I had had enough. I had nothing to prove to myself, let alone to anyone else. I was tired of having to find unique and new things to post. Who was I trying to impress? I don’t think I failed at the task, since I am and continued being happy since I stopped posting about it on facebook with a silly hadhtag.