Wednesday Words of Wisdom: Happiness
Okay I know some of you are laughing. Jamie, words of wisdom? Funny joke. This isn’t going to be an every week sort of thing but I think I’ll occasionally share with you some ramblings I have on life and motherhood- the fun, the dirty, and the just plain overwhelming.
2017 is supposed to be the year of positivity (I’m winning at that right there- I really want to insert the laughing really hard emoji or maybe the eye rolling one? But, I’ll resist). All that aside, I really am trying and here’s a few ways that you can try too.
First, I finally started a journal of happy things. I’ve been meaning to do this forever and as I was searching for a birthday reminder book (another New Years resolution is to remember everyone’s birthday- I’m 3 for 3 so far) this happiness book popped up. It makes recording day to day stuff easy. And, I’ve already forgotten what I’ve written and it’s only 38 days into the year. How do I know it’s 38 days (because normally I don’t even know what day of the week it is)?? That brings me to my second thing for 2017.
Project 365. The hashtag is “document your days.” And, my personal slogan (I really like catch phrases just FYI): capturing our life one day at a time. So if you haven’t heard of project 365 yet, the premise is that you take one picture every day for a year. I think it started as a photography challenge where you expand your art. For me, it’s been fun to try to come up with creative ways to capture our days. Like this picture of my girls before dance class.
Or this picture I took before date night.
Or this picture of the girls watching M play soccer.
I’m taking them all with my iPhone because even though I have a beautiful Nikon D7200, ain’t nobody got time for that. Okay my husband does- which is why his pictures are so amazing. I’ve been having fun with it especially with iPhone’s new portrait feature (no I’m not getting paid to promote Apple but I do love the camera on my 7 plus).
It’s not too late for you to start, day 1 or day 35, you should document today, you’ll thank yourself 10 years from now. At least, I know I will when I look back on the day my baby boy chose to wear swim trunks and cowboy boots in the middle of January.