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 : )

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!

Day 16 #Happiness

Hanging out with a good friend, laughing together, and after your cheeks hurt and your sides ache, you stop laughing and share a breathless glance…

…and you see their eyes shining when they look at you

Day 15 #Happiness

Things that throw you

Sometimes things happen that just…throw you for a loop. It seems this happens to me kind of a lot. At times it’s easy to laugh, shake it off, tell an interesting story and move on. Other times shit happens and even though you may laugh about it and tell the story, it stays with you like a bitter taste on your tongue.

Why is this making my happiness post today? Because it is precisely these times that I am uniquely able to clearly see who I am and what I need to do.

Being thrown for a loop seems to clear away the BS, dissipate the fog as it were. It’s like a wake up call. It’s a reminder….we’ve had loops before. We’re still here. We’re still kicking ass.

So I welcome a good loop now and again. They clean the air like a storm; freshen things up.

There’s only one thing to do when you realize you’re in one…put up your hands, throw your head back, scream like hell and enjoy the ride.


Day 14 #Happiness



Finally, someone has the balls to teach me how to shoot! I went for the first time on Saturday and it was AH. MAY. ZING.

Fun, empowering, challenging. Suffice to say I’m hooked and can’t wait to go again.

Zombie apocalypse? Bring it! I’ll be ready : )

Day 13 #Happiness


My hips

I’m not a skinny girl. I never will be; my DNA does not code for thin. And that is perfectly alright with me!

Someone asked me today, if I had to describe my body in one word, what would it be.

My knee-jerk response was almost “curvy”, which is not a bad choice, “voluptuous” was ok too, but both that and curvy seemed too…I dunno…mainstream. “Buxom” would also have worked, however I don’t really like the idea of summing the whole of my physicality up in the fact that I have big boobs. I’m sure you understand ; )

So I thought for a few moments and then replied, “zaftig”.

For those of you who don’t speak Yiddish, that means “juicy” or “succulent”.

Yeah. Perfect.

And I thought of this poem by Lucille Clifton, which I have always loved:

“these hips are big hips.
they need space to
move around in.
they don’t fit into little
petty places.
these hips are free hips.
they don’t like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips.
i have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top”

Oh yes they have!

My hips are by no means extraordinarily large, but they are the hips of a woman. From ahead of me or behind, if you see me walking there is no doubt about that.

In a world where “Plus Size” has somehow, mind-bendingly, become size 8, I am proud to be Zaftig. I love my curves and the fact that my body is soft and round and sensual, but still strong and able to do whatever I ask of it (including all those things that spin a man like a top).

It’s Friday night my wonderful female friends…get out there and let those beautiful hips of yours work some magic!

Live juicy girls…live juicy : )

Day 12 #Happiness


My boyfriend’s neck

It smells like home.

Day 11 #Happiness

This sticker

I found it running an errand today; in a hurry, PMSing, frustrated by some kid who opened the door to his Kardashianesque Mother’s Escalade into my little car and then laughed, totally not looking for nor expecting to find something quite so cool…and perfectly timed.

It was the last one. It was a mere $1. And I love it.

“There will always be flowers for those who want to see them.”

Amen to THAT!

Life is good.

It really is that simple

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