I was sold. I had to have my own Happiness/Happy/Happy Happy Joy Joy Jar for 2014. In 2013, I experimented with Alan Epstein's How to be Happy monthly lists, but I wanted something new for 2014.
Then I got sidetracked reading about all of the other cool things Elizabeth Gilbert thinks about creativity and writing and I forgot about finding a jar and scrap paper.
But I follow her on Facebook, so I kept seeing all the pictures she shares of other people's Happiness Jars, and kept thinking, "I've got to have an empty jar/bowl/beer stein around here somewhere." I was determined to "catch up" on recording happy moments from the year so far.
Finally, I cleaned my room. In between sliding my dresser one way and my bed the other, I came across what I think used to be a candle holder, now empty. I'm sure at one point I planned on storing pens inside, but I have plenty of cracked-but-still-have-sentimental-value mugs for those. A Happiness Jar it was. Is.
|She's nothing much to look at, but soon she will be filled with happy.|
It sits on my desk, waiting for goofs, successes, blessings, silver linings, and fond memories written on scraps of paper. At the end of this year (or on bleak days--looking at you, Feb/Mar), I'll read through them for even more happiness. It'll be interesting to see how my definition of "happy" changes throughout the year.
THANKS: Jesus for dinner at Chipotle after a long & trying day of giant puddles, endless driving, and late starts.