How to Cultivate Happiness

This post is part of a series on happiness. Read the first post here and the second here. “The plants!” When someone enters our house, they almost always talk about the plants. My friend, Maia, calls it “Jungle Status”. I’m not quite there, but I can see what she means by the term. I love houseplants. My house is full of them. If you’d asked me years ago, I would have told you I have a black thumb. It was a silly belief I had based on nothing since I never really had a plant living with me. Then, five…

happy

It has been a while. I know. I’m sorry. I have been distracted. I have been flying and landing and swimming and running. I have been distracted but for good reason. I have some incredible, life-changing, so-excited-I-can-hardly-stand-it news. That I’m not giving you yet. Because this news deserves a post better than I can write at 1:00am. But in the mean time, I’d like to tell you about three things that have made me terribly happy, and I’d like to tell you about them in pictures: Football games– So American. The frito pie, the Sour Punch Straws, the ups and…

whirlwind trappings

Yes, I am still in a whirlwind, but I am embracing the crazy ride I’m on. I can already tell you that my 2011 is a wild, wild wave.  I am currently doing a lot of looking in, doing a lot of personal writing. I can’t say how long the void of posts will last; I can tell you that this introspective writing is so good for me right now. As I tend to do in blog-lulls, I offer some other more interesting places to check out on the web for now.  This round-up includes so many things that are…

what bearded people know

A Giutkokwwabipimooacf(*) recently threw the following into her friend’s facebook newsfeeds: “I would love for someone with a beard to tell me things about the world that only bearded people could know.” Well, as it turns out, I have recently become bearded.  Proof:   So as One With A Beard, here’s what I know: 1. Obviously, if you grow a beard you will look older.  Why? Because babies don’t grow beards.  Because the most famous beard is on Santa Claus, and he’s older than dirt.  Because we most often see beards on homeless people and grandpas.  Because Brad Pitt did…

i don’t usually do this…

… just posting links to things.  That’s what tumblr, twitter, facebook etc are for.  But if you want to know me, to really know me, then you should know that I ran across something today, and I am kind of excited about it. Y’all, I just found my bucket list.