I almost didn’t read this book.
My friend sent it to me and it arrived on a day when my hair looked amazing and I had just finished making twig spheres out of leftover sticks that had washed up in our driveway during the flash flood and I was wearing the summeriest red nail polish called Cajun Shrimp and in the most amazing of news….
….I made it to the twins’ orthodonist appointment on time.
I wasn’t sure I needed a book about happiness when I was already on a happiness marathon.
I remember opening up the package, looking at the super cute cover, turning to the first page and getting distracted when someone here asked me what a complex fraction was. So I closed the cover, told myself I would get back to it later and take the happiness test that was in the back and did the next best thing to reading it….
….I decorated with it instead.
It sat on my coffee table for weeks helping the other books decorate the family room.
And then this happened.
And somewhere in the middle of trying not to buy into the negative and attempting to leave a joy trail and sitting at McDonald’s waiting for someone to pull into the drive-through so we could pay breakfast forward and telling the lady at the Dollar General that peach was her color….
….I picked up the book.
I couldn’t put it down.
Jennifer Dukes Lee, the author, wrote directly to my heart.
And I quote, “This book scares me. I know how crazy that probably sounds to you. this a book about happiness after all. Surely as you peeled open the first pages of this book, you expected to read a happy story about a happy woman who holds all the secrets to a happy life. But instead you find me, a woman in knots.”
See? Me. Just with proper spelling and way better punctuation.
This wasn’t an intimidating book written by a super happy person with all the answers. It didn’t make me feel like I should be happier or that I wasn’t happy enough or that I needed to wake up every morning looking for happiness in my fuzzy slippers.
She was honest and authentic and real and relatable and she talked about how we are all on our own happiness journey. I discovered there are different types of happiness (I’m an Experiencer)….
….and that sometimes it’s okay to take a moment and not be happy.
There were five-minute happiness hacks in the book that helped me with my joy trail.
Like smiling at random people in aisle five of WalMart when they don’t smile back and sharing joy with someone and mailing cards to people and performing random acts of kindness.
I read and took notes and waved at everyone I saw yesterday on the road to the middle school.
Maybe that’s why the book resonated with me so much.
I’m me. I’m imperfect and flawed and late most of the time and I have insecurities about my weight and I stomp my foot when I’m mad and spend more time than I should watching the Real Housewives of Somewhere.
And it’s okay to be happy with me, myself and I.
Just the way we are. 🙂
PS And just case you were wondering, you really make me happy, too. 🙂
PPS You can order the book here.
PPPS You can sign up for her e-mails here and she will send you little happiness challenges that will make your day a little brighter. 🙂
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