happiness
Happiness, defined; things that help you find happiness, keep it, and share it with others.
Come With Me.... Top Story - January 2021.
Way down deep in a little cozy corner of my mind, is a place of rest, a homey, reflection of myself. The highlight reel of moments gone but ever stamped in the rolodex of joyful times. A journey well past the melodic discovery of my favorite band in 2020, Glass Animals. Their song “Tangerine,” a unique blend of sounds parallel with the upbeat lyrical story of a couple falling out of love... Brilliant!
By Thee CrazyFaceUno5 years ago in Motivation
Why Are We Obsessed With Cozy?
Why Are We Obsessed With Cozy? Soft, fluffy blankets, candles, and mood lighting. Articles on how to create the perfect cozy space are everywhere. But how do we obtain warmth, contentment, comfort, and intimacy as promised by this concept? Do we need softer blankets, more candles, dimmer lights—or is there something else missing?
By catchafrisbie5 years ago in Motivation
This Chaotic Mess
I glance at the Fitbit on my wrist and its 10:30pm. Grrrr I growl to myself under my breath. I am at work and I have only been here thirty minutes. The night will be long; an eternity almost I am sure of it, before 6am rolls around. I pace myself and the paperwork in front of me for the next seven and half hours silently marking off each one in my head until I can get home and take off this mask, the necessary goggles, shoes and bra. Seven and half hours until I am at my apartment where I can retreat to my office slash guest bedroom, slash my cozy corner. Before I know it, the magical hour has arrived, HALLELUHIA! I quickly give a shift report to the next person in charge and then I gather my bag and head to my truck, and it is homeward bound for me. Once inside my apartment I drop my bag and keys on the floor next to the door and precede to take off the earlier mentioned items. I change into sweats and a comfy oversized t-shirt, my slippers and head to the kitchen. I pull out a frozen breakfast croissant sandwich tossing it in the microwave for one minute and twenty seconds because anything more will produce a brick instead of an edible sandwich. I make a cup of hot chocolate in the Keurig while I wait on my croissant that now has less than sixty seconds. Looking back at my wrist my Fitbit reminds me I still have 100 steps to complete within the hour, and I quickly dismiss it, I will just have to make it up later. I peek my head in the bedroom to check in on my husband who has no doubt probably just crawled into bed himself, he does not sleep well when I am at work. This works out to my advantage sadly, I mean I hate that he stays awake but that gives me that much needed quiet time, free from the world, free from the demands of work, just free from the distraction of everyday life. I quickly peck him on the cheek and let him know I am home safe and that I am retreating to my office, he returns the kiss half awake, and closes his eyes again, I look over at the bundle under neath the comforter and I see only the happy wagging tail of Bubba our fury little four legged Chiweenie. He is going to need to go outside for his morning walk before I can retreat to my office, I guess I will get those 100 steps in this hour after all, I think to myself as I whistle for him. Once outside I impatiently wait on Bubba to find the perfect few blades of grass to squat down and leave me his “gift”, at which time I remember I forgot to grab the “gift poop bag”. Oh my God, I yell silently in my head. I will just pick it up later besides the apartment manager is not in her office yet, I look to see if her car is the parking lot, it is not which tells me she is dropping her kids off at school. One of the cons of living directly in front of the leasing office, I remind myself as I tug on the leash signaling Bubba that it is time to go inside. Once inside I head to the kitchen and to microwave, where my breakfast is barely warm, but thankfully there is steam still coming from my coffee mug. With both in hand, and Bubba behind me I head to my office.
By Meloney Salvato5 years ago in Motivation
Making Non-Judgement a mainstay in my Coziest Place
I love cozy corners you can settle into with a good book. I don't even mind the cleaning and tidying up, most of the time. The feeling you get when a space is cleaned out after spending weeks with it in disarray is like walking outside for a breath of fresh air after a rainstorm... But as wonderful as these outer world moments are, there is still something missing that feels in disarray (even after multiple rounds of cleaning or tidying). This brings me to one of my favorite cozy corners ever whether it's moving or reading...
By Danielle Deutsch5 years ago in Motivation
Discovering a New Me
All of my life I’ve felt and been insecure or just unsure of who I am, so I always struggled with a lack of confidence. It took me til age 22 to finally free myself. I gained confidence, guidance, and security within myself. How did I begin this journey of learning to love myself you ask?
By Kieraatl5 years ago in Motivation
No New Me
I think we put too much pressure on ourselves. All the time. We think we need to look better, lose weight, gain weight, color our hair, be taller, look and act younger, be more grown up, get better grades, have more money, have more friends, be in love, have a better job, get a bigger house, and on and on and on. I think we all need a new start...one where we just be ourselves. Only worry about making ourselves feel happy and loved. Doesn't that sound amazing?
By Selena 5 years ago in Motivation
How to be Bored
I hadn't been "home" in over a year, home being London Ontario - aka "the forest city". It was October - 31st - Halloween to be exact. I had flown from Vancouver , hesitantly. but necessarily , so that I could do some renovations on an investment property which had been neglected by a questionable tenant I was finally able to remove. Since the "pandemic" began in March I was lucky to be able to have some kind of social interaction with a handful of friends. BC had a bit more of a relaxed attitude towards covid than Ontario ( at least its residents ) as we had had much fewer cases. I was already prepared for the fact that when I got to London my family had very different expectations from me than the protocol I had been following . Once I landed I was to taxi to my sisters home, where I would spend 10 days on my own until I could be tested. Based on hopefully negative results, i could then rejoin the family.
By April Anne Coral5 years ago in Motivation
A Sacred Sanctuary
A bedroom is sacred. When we are first welcomed into a home, we find ourselves taking off our shoes unconsciously and then staying within the socially accepted zonal areas. Areas usually consisting of the living room, the kitchen, and the occasional bathroom if it's a must. But somehow, never a bedroom. Everyone one way or another knows this unspoken rule of social etiquette where you most definitely don't roam around into a random bedroom unless you are properly and formally invited in. Even if you happen to pass by a bedroom door, and you feel your inner self wanting to take a small and quick look, your outer and more aware self tells you to not even hesitate out a peek. An automated response: Quit it, that space is sacred.
By Katy Pfefferkorn5 years ago in Motivation
B.E.D (Better Every Day)
I am reporting to you live from my bed quarters to give you the scoop, the 411, the "low down" if you will. I know of the happiest place on Earth and I can guarantee that it will give Disney World a run for its money. As a matter of fact, I call it the adult Disney World. The palace made of pallets, my versatile pile.
By Rae Hill5 years ago in Motivation
A Peek Into My Blue Mind
As a toddler, my parents would take me to the beach and let me roam the shores in nothing but a diaper. I think that was when I fell in love with water and it is no surprise that even as an adult, my love hasn't waned. Ironically, I hate drinking it, but I love being in and around it. Some of my fondest memories from my childhood and young adulthood years include the beaches in my hometown. I often sought comfort in the familiar smells of the salty sea air as well as the therapeutic sounds of the waves crashing on the shore. This was my happy place. When I decided to leave my country and explore others, a criterion of finding housing was that it had to be close to a body of water, so that I could not only channel memories of my earlier days but also have a peaceful energy source a stone's throw away.
By Donziikinz5 years ago in Motivation
