I love waking up in the morning and only asking myself one question, what will make me happy today?
And for the first week of semester break, I have been smiling a lot, mostly internally, and feeling lighter than I have for a long time. Granted, my requests always revolve around the same things: books, writing, baking new recipes I found through StumbleUpon, scrapbooking, and dancing alone to my favourite songs (only my Sluts will get to see this). But they say so much. In some way or another, they tell me who I am; they tell me about me.
We always ask ourselves, what we truly love doing, and are passionate about. And by doing what I do the moment I wake up, you might find yourself getting more answers than you look for consciously, and at times, desperately. Do not ask what you want to do, because that may somehow unconsciously gravitate your mind towards your to-do list and what you NEED to do, rather than WANT. No, ask yourself, what will make me happy now?
And in some weird way, you will feel more productive at the end of the day than if you force yourself to do something the end product of which you deem productive. Should you feel you had indeed wasted time (what a workaholic dweeb you are!), remember the wise words of John Lennon: Time you enjoy wasting, was not wasted.
Give it a go. Be happy. Who says life should be bleak and depressing anyway? Neither should it be fill with anger and vengeance but THAT is another story, which depends on the status and mental stability of the idiot who provoked you.
Baking and scrapbooking for me tomorrow (:
