If someone told you that you could have the best year of your life, would you a) fold your arms across your chest and go, “oh yeah? okay, give me the best year of my life.” OR b) jump up and down excitedly and shout, “awesome! what do I need to do? Tell me and I’ll do it!” If you answered A, then this post isn’t for you. Well, actually it is for you, but you’re not ready. So, bugger off. Go on. Okay, now that those A people are gone… I think most people tend to want the outside world to make them happy. If only THIS would happen, then I’d be happy. I learned a long time ago that it’s the other way around. I have to get happy first. A friend of mine desperately wants to find a partner. She’s even said to me,...
GBF: You know what? I’m going to make friendship bracelets for us. Me: Yay! I’ll write about it on my blog. GBF: Ooooh, tell them they’re going to be pink!
Me: I bought some lipgloss today. GB: Yay!
“You look nice. Your hair is curlier,” says GBF when he sits down at the table. We meet someplace every Tuesday night for dinner. Tonight was the Ryzome Cafe. “How can it be curlier, it’s getting longer.” I say. “I don’t know, it just is. I like it.” Huh. Sure enough, when I go into the women’s restroom and take a look at my hair, it does look curlier. “You’re right,” I tell GBF upon my return. “You must be happy. Happiness makes your hair look good.”