#100daysofme

While attempting to stalk a few people on Facebook as a recent addition back to the social networking site, I came across a few very interesting (and of course similar posts) ‘100 Days of Happiness’ it’s titled. “Curiouser and curiouser” Cried Alice and I decided to wander down this rabbit hole and see where this new Facebook trend would lead me.

From what I do gather, this is a self taken up challenge where you have to post a picture of something, for the next 100 days, that makes you well, simply put ‘happiness’. I went on further digging this mysterious new trend and have already found some very interesting pictures, but even more than the random everyday pictures with various levels of massive editing, I found something else that seemed to thrill me to bits.

This genius website has taken the basic sense of everyday happiness and converted it into a #hashtag ! What smarter way to force young individuals like us who seem to only find happiness in our likes on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and everything else that is in your Social window on your new iPhone. So here we have it hashtaggers, #100happydays

Now that I think about it, it does seem like a plausible deal, with the number of #firstworldproblems out there, it seems absolutely necessary that we must counter this #epicness with something #OMG so productive. It makes me wonder, the last few days of 2013 I actually did spend a long time thinking about the Year That’s Been and less and less about the one to come. It was the memories of the past year, the things that went wrong, the times I cried, the moments that scared me, when friends walked away, when life seemed irrelevant; it was all those moments and more that my mind seemed to be most occupied by rather than the happier thoughts. Of course, not to justify, but this was the time in my life when the happier thoughts were memories of the past and did nothing but bring tears and painful joy.

I am the kind of girl who always believes that the next day, the next month, the next year, that one will be the perfect one. And instead of revealing in the moment,  I slowly slowly drown myself in the past. I guess that may be one of the miseries of being a writer, but that also gives me a chance to do this.

Write about my 100 Happy Days. While I did log on to the site (www.100happydays.com) and selected Instagram (Handle: Rks2112 click to follow) I realised this should be always linked to my blog, and another promise that I do intend to keep is not to look behind. Something that I think each and everyone of us should always strictly follow. If you want, make a #neverlookinbehind or something out of it, I’m sure that will help 😉

As for me, nothing makes me happier then writing, so for today, my #100happydays begin with this post. A promise to myself and my readers, that I shall never look behind. This new year comes with a new slate and I intend to make the most of it.

Oh and for all those who love doing the whole Facebook stalking business, trust me, word of advice, don’t start stalking your ex’s friends, it only ends up with you wanting to punch a wall, or his face.

Actually, just his face.

Anyway while I cannot just “Off with his head!” I think it is time to go back to my promise of tomorrow, and begin my #100happydays

When does your happy story begin ? 🙂

Happy New Year readers ! Make it count ! (And all that jazz.)

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My Story of 2014.

The first question I was asked on the first day of 2014, “So, does it feel any different?” This really caught me by surprise. To be honest, I actually had no answer to his question. I thought for a while, but my silence was answer enough for him. “Yeah, feels like just another cold, windy day in Seattle.” My sister and I just laughed. Again, I was speechless. Of course, for a while I felt like I was having one of those magical moments that come in critical scenes during a life-changing moment for the heroine, he went on to tell us a story about his weak heart, and how he survived the worst, became strong, and today is living his dream. He was of course a taxi driver, and to be fair, his dream was to meet new people and have new conversations.

Anyway, back to my new year. I started thinking about all the things that have made me laugh, made me cry, made me who I am today. Although, am I really any different than the girl before 12am last night ? I think I’ve put on some weight maybe… Oh and I’ve started finding the smell of champagne suffocating. So my new year, I think the same things still make me smile, a friends message saying he missed me on new years, another one getting back in touch after almost too long now.

I tried thinking about the last few things that I did in 2013. Almost makes me wonder; was the last day even worth it ? Moving on, 2014, it’s here. I went for a brunch, asked for no mushrooms in my wrap and got a whole plate full of them. Saw a troll under a bridge and eventually landed on this sofa thinking about my last day of 2013 and the 1 minute between 11.59pm and 12.00am that was supposed to change everything.

I’ve always thought about how each and every year is going to be “the one”, this year is going to be different, this year will be perfect. And of course, every end of the year, I wonder what will come the day after and whether this will finally be the one perfect year that I have been waiting for. This again makes me wonder, what is it that I really want from 2014 ?

I think sometimes that maybe this should be the year that I make a list and I wonder, maybe this time, it’s about the list. Maybe I actually do need to make a list to try and keep a track of all that I want, and all that I need and instead of waiting for my life to shape up, actually take it in my own hands and make it happen. A long time ago, I wrote a piece called Rewrite, and I think this is what I should be doing now.

Rewriting.

As a writer, this new year is going to give me the opportunity to grab the pen and write my story, my way.

So this ones to  my story, and I hope that you find the right words for yours and by the end of the year, one great story will come out of this year.

Cheers to you, the new year and the story waiting to be written !