[Why don’t I ever start these things before midnight?! I swear, what is wrong with me?!?]
There’s been this thing floating around the interwebs; I only saw it yesterday, but I’m sure it’s been out there for a while. This thing poses a very simple question:
I personally think there’s a subtle difference between the answer to this question and the proposed assignment. The project asks that you take photos for 100 days in a row of something that makes you happy. I can always snap a pic of chocolate, a great beer, a good book, but does that mean that I am inherently happy? I suppose I’ll have to let you know in June.
However, as I cursed the city road crews for using matte white paint for lines on the freeway while I struggled to say in my own lane during my waterlogged morning commute, I reminded myself that today was the first day of this challenge and that, rather than snarling about something I was powerless to change, I should try to find something happy. While I failed miserably – come on, rainy commute, no coffee?! What’d you expect? – it did take the edge off my burgeoning bad mood so that I at least walked into work on a more even keel.
For now, I’m posting snaps on my Instagram feed, but I may switch to Flickr if I can.
Although it makes me sad that I won’t be able to attend, it makes me exceedingly happy that Dorothy and Dan are getting hitched this year. Friends, co-members of “NASCAR H3” and fellow purveyors of silliness, I wish you all the happiness in the world!