Day 24 #Happiness


Like when you find out your boyfriend doesn’t actually have to work tonight, right after you have one of those twinges of really missing him…you know, the kind that freak you out and feel really good all at the same time…and it turns out you’ll get to see him again, in just a few hours.

(P.S. I almost chose a different,  more romantic ‘surprise’ image for today’s post, but this one made me laugh water out my nose when I saw it, so I went with this one instead)


Always Remember

This is going to be a weird, rambly one so get a glass of wine, sit down and don’t say I didn’t warn you.

About four months ago I got off Facebook. I simply had enough. I’m not hugely into social media anyway but one day I just hit event horizon with people who thought, “running to the store for tape” was worthy of announcing to the world, endless game invites, angry people trying to make passive aggressive statements via status updates and the like. So I deactivated myself and never looked back.

An interesting byproduct of this is now and then one of my friends will text me saying something along the lines of, “Hey why did you un-friend me?” or “Haven’t seen you post on FB for a while, are you okay?”. These almost always come from a guy because after all, when last we were on Facebook, Zoe’s status said “single”.

A brief text conversation will ensue that invariably ends up with them asking whether or not I’m with anyone and, when I say I am indeed dating someone **poof** their sudden interest in how I’m doing evaporates.

I tell you this as a mere preface to the real point of this post. Which really is coming very soon, promise.

Today I got one of these texts. This one went further than usual, past are you dating anyone to are you HAPPY dating that person. When I said yes and in fact went on to add that I am actually happier than I have been in quite some time (meaning “generally life-happy”, which was misunderstood to be “as a result of this new guy” happy), this was said…

“When it all crashes and burns, boy are you gonna be a hurtin’ unit.”

Not if…when.

Thanks for the vote of confidence, dick cheese.

Of course, the unspoken sentiment was something along the lines of, “boy are you gonna be hurting…and therefore one step closer to maybe giving me a shot even though normally you wouldn’t let me into your pants if I were the last man on earth.”

However, annoying the exchange was, dick cheese is technically not wrong, as all of my relationships to this point have in fact ended. This  got me to thinking and, although I hate to give him any credit for a salient point, I realized he was probably right.

If my boyfriend called me up tomorrow and said he was done, I would be completely obliterated. My humpty dumpty heart that I spent the last few years so carefully putting back together again would no doubt be pulverized into a a zillion indistinguishable pieces by such a thing.

But here’s the important thing to remember:

I’ve been obliteration before. Yet here I am.

Pulverized? Been there, done that, got the tee shirt. More than one if you’re keeping track.  I’m not.  It’s a waste of time & energy to tally heartbreak.

So yeah, dick cheese is right – I would totally be hurting. Hurting isn’t’ the end of the line though, because while I will readily admit that my fabulous, wonderful, handsome, studly, heroic rock star of a boyfriend certainly CONTRIBUTES to my happiness on a daily basis, he doesn’t cause it or control it.

I do that.

Yep, the real point of this post.  I know right?

Happiness…true happiness…comes from within.   Always.  And therefore it is entirely under our own control.  We are, all of us, living lives based on a series of choices that we’ve made, the roots of which are what we believe we deserve.

It is not what happens to us that makes us happy (or sad, as the case may be) it is how we interact mentally and emotionally with what happens. Perception, it has been said, is reality. I agree wholeheartedly with that. It is what we decide to think and  feel about what life brings us (or takes away) that determines our level of happiness. If we are convinced we are somehow unworthy of happiness then nothing and no one will “make us happy”. Not for long anyway.

It’s all up to us.

For me personally, I think all the recent color-loving, perky, upbeat cheeriness stems from two primary series of events and the subsequent growth resulting from each kind of reaching a crescendo together:

1. This may sound counter-intuitive, but coming out the other side of the dark tunnel of losing (one way or another) the three most important people in my life back to back – my husband to divorce, my mother and aunt to cancer – really did a lot to teach me what’s important in life & relationships and what is not.

Losing my husband taught me that even when they commit to you “till death do us part”, shit gonna happen. Maybe it’s shit you can fix…maybe it’s shit beyond your control, like the other person leaving. All you can really do is make the conscious choice yourself to love that person and give it your all each and every day because that’s who you are. You count your blessings for the days that it all works out and if the day should come where it no longer does, well, as long as you’ve stayed true to yourself and remain open to love…you’ll be just fine.

There was a time I honestly thought I would shrivel up and die without that man. And look…here I am, happier than ever. Far from dead, I happen to be in a relationship now in which I feel far more alive than I did back then. Go figure.

No human has the power to break you. Unless you bestow it upon them. Its far less about someone committing to you and far more about you committing to yourself.

Losing my mother & aunt taught me that life is short, precious and at the end of the day not in the least about anything physical or material whatsoever. The things that really matter are the intangibles. All the rest is just crap someone will have to sort through when you’re gone. You really can’t take it with you, so travel light.

My mom, god love her, was very much into her things. Growing up having an elegant home always took precedent to the feeling of a home. She had very expensive taste and was always determined to leave me in a position where I would never have to worry about money. Ironically,  it was because she was so materially focused and lived waaaaaay beyond her means, that I had to file bankruptcy to get through her estate expenses. She may not have left me a fancy house, a status branded car or a pile of jewelry as she had hoped, but what she DID leave me was one hell of a legacy of strength, independence, confidence and grace.

Treasures of far more value in my opinion. Like the MasterCard people say…priceless.

2. My no settling manifesto. At first I thought this was a small thing; just don’t settle. But it is far from small. By laying down the law that, no matter what, I positively will not settle for just any relationship ever ever again, what I actually did was reclaim a bunch of my power and give a major shot of rocket fuel to my self-esteem, without even realizing I had needed it.

By simply resolving not to settle, I essentially told myself…showed myself…that I value Zoe too much to allow her to be diminished. I essentially walked my own talk; you can tell yourself you think you’re fabulous all day long. You’ve got to take action to prove it. You’ve got to hold out for what you know you deserve.

If you can believe in yourself, treat yourself with love & respect and stand firm in the knowledge of your worth, everyone else in your life will follow suit.

And if they don’t, fuck ’em.

Don’t you worry, dick cheeses of the world, if my slice of tall dark and handsome decides I’m not for him, yeah, it’ll hurt like hell. But if you think that scares me, you’d be wrong.  You’re talking to a woman who fully believes that what you put into relationships is directly proportionate to what you get out, and who isn’t going to let the possibility of being hurt stop her from putting in everything she’s got.

So am I loving my bright colored Filofaxes, walking around in my Little Miss Sunshine shirt, humming pop songs and putting Hello Kitty stickers on stuff? Hells yeah, you better believe I am! And I’m humbled and grateful and ecstatic to be able to share all of that with an amazing guy. But rest assured, I’m still me. This is all coming from me.

Because I make my own happiness.  Every day. No matter what.

And so, my friends, can you.

Day 23 #Happiness

Weight Watchers

Well folks, I did my first week’s weigh in and I am down 3.5 pounds. Not too bad! I am very encouraged and excited for week #2. This week’s goals are more regular workouts and another 2 pounds gone.

Yesterday at my boyfriend’s mother’s birthday celebration (he took his family out to lunch at a restaurant of her choosing and was kind enough to invite me along) I had decided in advance that I was going to incorporate a Body For Life-esque “free day” since I had kicked ass all week, so I ordered a meal that I thought I would be pretty excited to eat after six days of nothing but lean protein and complex carbs.

And you know what? I’m happy to report that I really didn’t enjoy it as much as I thought I would. In fact, I only ate half of my meal (which I was planning to do anyway, but the fact that it didn’t taste that great to me after a week of healthy eating made it that much easier to leave).

I found myself wishing I was noshing on a crunchy salad or some fresh sushi instead. Maybe there is hope for me and my waistline yet ; )

Day 22 #Happiness


Shark Week: It’s here! The 25th anniversary of Shark Week. I can remember the very first one. I recorded it on VHS tape, lol! I’ve watched every year since; it is a staple of my summer.

And now if you’ll excuse me, it’s time to watch ……

Day 21 #Happiness


Watermelon for supper: Because we’re adults and we can have whatever the hell we want, whenever the hell we want it : )

Day 20 #Happiness

This quote

“When you least expect it, something great will come along – something better than you ever planned for.  Mother Nature opens millions of flowers every day without forcing the buds.  Let this be a reminder not to force anything, but to simply give beautiful things enough love and an opportunity to grow naturally.”

How very true.

I’m one of those people who analyze the living hell out of things. Mostly myself, but still…it’s a lot of time, energy and synaptic firings that could definitely be put to better use elsewhere. I don’t so much force things as I try to understand the motivation behind them. Again, mostly I focus this on myself. My OCD has taken a perfectly natural desire to do my best; BE my best and run amok with it to what has been a lifelong battle with perfectionism.

“I should have known that”. “Why didn’t I see that coming”. Or the dreaded, “I did everything right and it still failed, wtf?”

But I have come to learn that if I don’t have all the answers now, it is because I don’t NEED them all right now. The point is just to chillax, learn, grow and trust the process.

Like all this stuff with my sudden affinity for color. I am hereby going to quit trying to figure out the why of it and just enjoy it. Who cares why…it’s fun, it’s upbeat and it’s certainly not hurting anyone.

I could not have foreseen, organized, planned or otherwise predicted that my life would be what it is today. That I would have become the woman I am today. And thank goodness, because frankly my life is  sooooooo much better than I could have ever imagined.

The point is not to “make it happen” or get it right, the point is to be willing to adapt and redefine yourself. And do it every day.

Trust the process…all of life is a process. Embrace it!

Day 19 #Happiness

Office supply stores

Today my boss sent me to Staples for a color ink cartridge. Biiiiiiig mistake!

I came back with this:

In case you are curious, that is a 7″x9″ Studio C polka-dot notebook, some corresponding Studio C colorful patterned tabs, neon Post-it Notes, assorted colorful tabs (can you even BELIEVE that I bought heart shaped ones?! This whole happy/love thing is getting waaaaaay outta hand) and star Post-it’s.

The best part? It didn’t cost me a dime because I had coupons for reward points : )

Somebody Stop Me…

…I know you won’t. But I had to ask anyway. Yer all a bunch of enablers ; )

Anyway, as you remember, I have gone wild (heh, Zoe Gone Wild…sounds like another video!) and ordered a “deep pink” personal Domino which will be my Fit-ofax. Filo-fit? Whatever…

Well, it came today and HOLY WOW is it pink! Deep pink…sure. Also really, startlingly, effing bright pink!  Fuschia even!

I love it : )

As you may also remember, I asked for your input in how I should set this beast up.

Since I lack patience, I checked the poll results today, a measly three days later, and although the option to “use subject tabs and organize it” is winning by almost two to one, I decided in a fit of irrational Twitter envy over Franklin Covey inserts to buck the system and go with the “use monthly tabs and journal it” angle.

Which, lets face it, was the one I wanted to begin with and therefore the one I was going to do no matter how you guys voted. ‘Cause I’m a bitch that way.

Anyway, in keeping with this bizarre color-loving, suddenly girly spree I seem to be on (and also because they were on that lovely thing we planning enthusiasts call mid-year clearance) I ordered up some FC Her Point of View weekly pages  and the corresponding monthly tabs on which to do my tracking.

Um, and I also picked up some Hi Tec C’s in apple green, aqua blue, apricot orange and pure pink from my beloved JetPens. Oh, and a neat bright orange pen/pencil case to cart ’em all around in.

This, by the way, will be my first pen/pencil case since, like, college…so I am disproportionately excited. I don’t know why. But it’s orange, so I am.

Back to the Fit-ofax (Filo-fit??), I figure I’ll keep my daily Weight Watchers food points, exercise, mood, weigh ins, progress notes, etc. on the weekly pages and big picture things like each week’s goals, weekly stats, female cycle junk (because anyone who doesn’t think that Aunt Flo interferes mightily with dieting and/or working out is either a pre-pubescent girl or a man) and the like on the monthly bits.

Clippings, motivational stuff, etc. can be punched and inserted in the corresponding weeks in which I thought they were relevant enough to cut out and stick in my book.

Other that that I think a single separate section for workouts is in order so I don’t have to flip around from week to week in the tracking section looking for the one I want.   I might not even tab it.  So there!

I’m shooting for a fun, casual, journalistic style that is functional yet not so planner-y that I tweak about it and go all OCD and make it a “system” or something that will ultimately lead me to quit using it or toss it across the room in disgust over the incessant amount of time I spend obsessing and not working out.

Stay tuned for the arrival, unveiling and set up : )

Day 18 #Happiness

Feeling so fucking good

I know I’ve only been on my new fitness plan for a mere three days, but I already feel SO MUCH BETTER! I am constantly amazed at how quickly and well my body responds when I take proper care of it.

My mood is fantastic (even at work, lol), I have a ton more energy, I’m sleeping like a rock…have I mentioned my mood is, like, great all the time?!

I’m not even doing anything that radical! I get up and do 30 minutes of…something…every morning (except the ones that the bf stays over because I can’t tear myself away from the warm snuggliness;  those days I work out at night), I quit hitting Starbucks or Subway for my usual junky breakfast and instead bring something low in fat & high in protein from home, I have replaced everything I drink  – except for my one glass of green tea in the morning – with water (and lots of it) and I am snacking only on raw fruits and veggies.

That’s it! Three stinking days and I feel like a different person.

To the point that the people I work with are actually freaked out because I’m so perky and in such a good mood all day. Most of ’em are still afraid of me, don’t get me wrong, but now it’s just for other reasons  ; )

Day 17 #Happiness



because of you i

 now see the world in color

you make me feel fuschia

before you poets get up in arms, i am well aware that last line has one too many syllables…however, i am most emphatically not saying “you make me feel pink” because that’s completely and utterly lame.

my blog, my rules.

and besides, he doesn’t make me feel pink…he makes me feel hot pink.  rowr!

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