
Today is day one of thirty days of happy. It is something that is near and dear to my heart. It is hard to be happy and joy-filled with all of the chaos going on around the world right now. If you turn on the T.V. you understand just a little of the craziness that we wake up to everyday. So how do I start?
Well, with one tiny step. This one. I am writing again. This is my joy. I love the freedom to express and share my life and stories with you. It sometimes becomes difficult to appreciate the joys in our lives because we allow to much of the world to engulf our beings. So my suggestion for step one, day one, is to start. Think about what in your life makes you happy. What around you gives you peace? How can you reconnect with that feeling? Write it down. Swallow it up and drink it in.
You are now starting your thirty days of Happy. :)
"....I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference."
Well, with one tiny step. This one. I am writing again. This is my joy. I love the freedom to express and share my life and stories with you. It sometimes becomes difficult to appreciate the joys in our lives because we allow to much of the world to engulf our beings. So my suggestion for step one, day one, is to start. Think about what in your life makes you happy. What around you gives you peace? How can you reconnect with that feeling? Write it down. Swallow it up and drink it in.
You are now starting your thirty days of Happy. :)
"....I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference."
And now, here is one of the best, in my opinion, carpe diem poems written by The Great American Poet. I attached a link to his Wiki page, just click on his name.
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference