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The Happiness Project is the latest book to make it to my Summer reading list and I'm excited to share my thoughts.  However, I haven't made it very far.   The Happiness Project  is based on the author's (Gretchen Rubing Craft) attempt to make herself happier.  Yes, happier, not happy.  She states perfectly clear in the first chapter that she is a happily married woman and a mother of beautiful children.  She lives in her favorite place, New York, has her family, has her health, and has her happiness.  What more could she ask for? Gretchen soon decides she isn't as happy as she could be or should be.  She has everything that she has ever wanted except the happiness level she expected to be at.  This is where The Happiness Project comes in.  She lands on taking a year, twelve months, to do twelve activities or hobbies that she enjoys to try to remedy her happiness intake. While reading this book, I saw so many qual...

More often than usual, I have been struggling with my life as a writer.  Time after time I have been reading and re reading posts from other writers and being amazed by their suttle way of letting everything flow from their mind to that computer screen or that piece of paper.  Reading and re reading these posts are only allowing me to give into my anxiety and complex of being a writer even more.  I have the usual bouts of doubt coming in and out of view everytime I plan out a day to sit and write.  I make excuses, I make criticisms, and I waste time.  More often than not do I find myself bowing down to my fear of writing.  The fear questions that usually strike a nerve with me are, "What if no one is interested?"  "What if it isn't good?"  "What if it isn't enjoyed the way I hope it to be?"  All questions and fears I'm sure every writer has but doesn't give in to.  I don't want to give in any more.  I have always used the term write...

I'm a writer.  I need time to write.  It's what  I love to do and what I need to do.  Writing gives me a balanced life and shows me who I truly am.  But writing doesn't always get to happen when there are a hundred other things that I am supposed to be doing.  I'm sure you know what I am talking about.  There are dishes to be done, a job to tend to, a room to clean, tea to make, and a boyfriend, friends and family to spend time with.  Where do you work one more thing into that schedule? Being a writer I want my days to consist of nothing more than a red lip print on a decaf cup of coffee or tea, reading aloud from the book in my hand, and scribbling notes that inspire me to write on later.  Does that sound perfect to anyone else?  In real life this usually only happens maybe once a month for ten minutes. I read a blog post recently written by  Cayt O'Neal  that got me thinking about a few things.  The post was tit...

I turned twenty this week!  Every year I get pretty bummed out around my birthday and there's not just one reason why, so I'll spare you a long post.  This year was probably the best birthday I've ever had which is why I'm going to share it with you. If this doesn't seem like the perfect twentieth birthday, I don't know what does!

I am a planner if there ever was one.  Let me explain.  I plan out to plan out what I need to plan out. Make sense?  Good!  This past week hasn't been the greatest but it hasn't ended with the sweetest surprises.  I've made the last few weeks all about my plans.  What I wanted for my week, what I needed to finish, what I had to get started on, and how it all worked into my all ready laid out schedule.  I was taken by surprise when I found out that none of my plans would fall into place as I expected them to.  You know those weird feelings you get when something big is going to happen, or an almost gut wrenching feeling that tugs at your heart?  That was my Tuesday.  Wednesday I found out my expected and planned for full time job would no longer be in my future plans.  I was heart broken and stressed.  Above all, I was hurt.  I soon let my tears do their time, and decided that it was meant to be, no matter how badly ...

Okay, I'm not much of a tights person unless they're going under a dress or a big sweater, and even then I prefer them to be black or gray or some shade of a neutral.  But, can we talk about how happy these  tights make me?  I've been into color more so than ever lately. And what's more perfect than these brightly designed tights to start me off on my color adventures? If you've been looking for your Spring Statement for 2012, this will surely make your point.  Head on over to Penny's Uptights  and get your pair, now! Something else that I have had my eye on for quite some time are these  hand blown glass bubble planters.  I am so in love with them especially ever since I'd decided to start a garden this Spring.  I ran across them while searching for a Mother's Day gift for my mom, and unfortunately fell in love with them.  They are very reasonably priced and would make the perfect Mother's Day gift for your mom, grandma, or ...

It's been nine days since I decided to take a small hiatus from Facebook, and it's been the most relaxing nine days I've had since I had become a Facebook member. My reasoning behind unplugging from the cyber world wasn't technical, it was spiritual. Last Sunday, I spent in my Bible, which is rare, I hate to admit. That day was filled with reading, organizing, writing, and listening(or trying to). And for that day, I can honestly say my mind wasn't consumed with daydreaming about whether my Facebook posts got likes, or if a friend emailed me back, or if someone accepted my friend request. Which is a great if not refreshing feeling to have. I made a vow that Sunday to take 21 days away from Facebook. Of course, I have still been streaming through Twitter feeds and Instagram, and keeping plugged into my favorite blogs, but just emptying my life of one thing that had consumed my thought process daily has been quite the experience. When I started this 21 days of being F...