Yesterday, when my client called me the devil, and followed it up with grimey bitch, I got to thinking. This kind of stuff just comes with the job, and it really goes in one ear and out the other, so I wasn’t really thinking about me. I was thinking about this guy, and how unhappy he must be, and when I got home, and got my little box of happiness, I was just so grateful for all of the things I have, and the little things that make me happy.

And, I think I should remind myself of that more often, without having been prompted to do so by a mentally ill person hurling obscenities at me.

I’m a happy girl, and I have a good life.

And, for 100 days, I’m going to join my friend Knitty D, whos been doing the 100 Happy Days Project for the past two weeks, give or take a few days, and document one thing a day that makes me happy. It goes without saying that Joe, Lemon and Olive make me happy every day – and obviously, there will be days when their faces will be my photos, but I’m going to try to dig a little deeper than that – what thing, what gesture, what happening, what feeling gave me a smile today?

And, today, and every day really, it was just small thing –


I really love having oatmeal in the morning.  I was never a cereal girl.  In fact, when we were little, I wouldn’t even sit in the same room with my brother when he was eating his cereal – all of that slurping, with the milk and the mushy cereal – uch.  I don’t like milk (unless it’s in my coffee), and I don’t like hard cereal, and putting them together makes me shmoosh my face up into “yuck.” Anyway, Joe eats oatmeal every morning – except on days that we have bagels and eggs, and those days are another source of happy for another day, and I was intrigued.  No milk, no crunch, and it’s warm.  This warmth appealed to me.  But the taste – not so much.  I like oatmeal cookies, I should like this, right?  And then a lightbulb went off, and I took half a Sweet and Low packet, and mixed it in with my oatmeal – and voila!  It was just a sweet little miracle.  It has made oatmeal an entirely new experience.

So, now, in the morning, I make my coffee, heat up my oatmeal, add my Sweet & Low, a touch of cinnamon and a handful of raisins, and I start my day with a hot meal, instead of cold yogurt, my former breakfast of choice.

Do I start every morning thinking, “gosh, I really love my oatmeal! This makes me happy.”  No, of course not – it’s all part of the routine.

But today I did.

I noticed.

Happy Day 1 of 100!

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