I spent the day after Christmas doing some shopping for my practical daughter who insisted that bargain hunting for her gifts would not offend her at all.
We are a practical family; my daughters have certainly taken on the thrifty sense of living that I raised them with. Proof of that thrifty/ survival gene?
Proof: They are both living on their own as independent, self-sufficient, employed, college graduates. They are paying their own rent and buying their own groceries, (yes, they do consider ramen noodles a pantry staple). To top it all off? They are making timely, monthly payments on their college loans.
So, back to my opening sentence. While on that post 12/25 shopping trip, I spent some time in Barnes & Noble shaking off the holiday stress with a tall coffee, black.
Back to Barnes & Noble. I found a book (on clearance) that my daughter had been trying to hunt down; I had it gift wrapped (for free) and was heading out of the store when I spotted a paperback that called me to stop and flip through the pages. The Happiness Project.
Being practical, I stuck that title in my memory, headed to the local library, and have since begun my journey of ‘research’ on? Right. Happiness. (I just knew there had to be a manual for that!)
If what I’ve learned in the past is true, it won’t be the act of finishing this book that helps me find happiness, it will be the actual journey of reading the book that brings me such happiness. That’s not rocket science, that’s common sense.
Before cracking open this book, I hit Google for some pre-reading insight.
Click here to see a piece of where this story leads.
My favorite myth? #5.
What am I most guilty of? #1.
How about you?