If you aren't a tea drinker and there isn't an inch of you that aspires to be then no need for you to read on. But if you are a tea drinker and enjoy trying new teas then this one is for you.
In line with the theme of finding happiness through our daily routines I am always looking for new ways to "lift" myself throughout the day. One of the ways that I do this is by drinking Yogi Tea, one of the tastiest and highest quality teas that I've ever had. Along with the soothing sensation of an afternoon cup it provides an uplifting and oftentimes thought provoking message on the end of the little string attached to the tea bag. All the fun of a fortune cookie without that pesky sugar!
It's not on unheard of for me to announce loudly at the office "Yogi Tea Time!" and read aloud some of the more interesting statements that have graced me with their presence. Here are few of the more inspirational messages that have moved me enough to share with my cube mates, and hopefully will move you as well:
"Say it straight, simple and with a smile"
"Happiness is nothing but total relaxation." (Agree!)
"Whatever you are, you are. Be proud of it." (Amen!)
and
"Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are charming gardeners who make our souls blossom."
So, if you're looking for a new way to add a little fun into a long day at the office, seeking a quick afternoon pick-me-up, or just on the market for a new taste of tea then give Yogi Tea a try. They have flavors for everyone with some of my favorite being, "Green Tea Energy", "Green Tea Pomegranate", "Purely Peppermint" and "Stomach Ease".
Signing off a Yogi Lover,
Renee Brennan
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Stuck in Stratton.
A few weeks ago I took a trip up to Stratton, Vermont. My dear friend Christine, someone else you will be hearing plenty of and I rented a very large SUV on the upper west side near my apartment, gathered our snacks, cd's, bottled beverages and anything else we could think of to make our road trippin' more pleasant and fled the city.
A storm was brewing so we left a night early and couldn't have been more thankful that we did. I'm not one for making any stops while driving long distances so we made good time but when we arrived to the over-sized and under-utilized house it was midnight and we were exhausted.
The next day we rose early, geared up and hit the slopes. We had four days of skiing in front of us. Something I promise to plan the next time around because it made for a very relaxing and leisurely trip. I can't tell you how many times I've taken over night ski trips where you practically break your legs trying to get as many runs in as possible before the 4pm shut down of the lifts.
That night at the house, we found Chris and Tom a co-worker and his partner at the house with full glasses of wine poured, the fire place lit and dinner ideas floating around. After an exchange about possibilities for dining out we did what any group of smart people that were snowed in should do and opted to stay in and cook. The night was memorable for Christine and I getting to know people we barely knew and sharing stories about how Chris and Tom met, we gossiped about colleagues, and other humorous tales that shall left to be untold. The next night the rest of our crew would be arriving but we didn't care... we stayed up late and made the most of our time in a spacious place away from the city.
Day number two and we didn't let all of the wine consumed the night before slow us down. After some eggs and bacon for breakfast we made it to the slopes by noon for a few hours of powder -- it had snowed through the night making for some really good ski conditions. Four hours later we were packing it in and heading to the grocery store 45 minutes away to stock the house for the new guests arriving that night and to get us the through the weekend.
Three hundred dollars later we had a cart full of what hopefully would be enough ingredients to construct a few delicious meals. This is Christine's area of expertise as you've already read in a prior post, I'm just learning my way around the kitchen. And after de-loading everything into the kitchen cabinets and fridge we plotted out out the warm meal that would be perfectly timed for the arrival of our other co-workers and clients. To every one's pleasant surprised we managed to master stuffed Italian shells accompanied by a mozzarella and tomato salad. Candles were lit, the fire place was in full affect and wine was overflowing our glasses.
There's really something special about a home-cooked meal and a house full of strangers. I'll let Martha Stewart say it best..."I reflected on why I love to entertain and at our last dinner party, I gazed around the room and saw guests talking and listening intently to one another and savoring the meal. The room was beautiful in the candlelight, tulips drooping elegantly on the mantel, wine glasses and silverware sparkling on the table - it delighted me. Entertaining is my sport. I love the preparation, the anticipation, the dressing up, the nervousness when guests arrive, and the enjoyment of introducing people who do not know each other, imagining unexpected connections and new friendships." All the more reason and motivation to spend more of life living like this if you ask me. Away from the hectic sidewalks, honking horns and loud alarms.
The next few days, we skied more, celebrated our lives in general and spent a day snowmobiling, now one of my all-time favorite outdoor activities. If you haven't done it and you enjoy the adventurous side of life then I highly recommend giving it a whirl during your next winter get-a-way. It will be an activity that you will not forget. Promise.
Cheers to the fresh air, the trees, getting stuck in new places, outdoor activities, our strong legs, helping hands, strangers, new friendships, pre-chopped firewood, and the ability to break away from our routine lives.
Singing Off Snowed In,
Renee Brennan
A storm was brewing so we left a night early and couldn't have been more thankful that we did. I'm not one for making any stops while driving long distances so we made good time but when we arrived to the over-sized and under-utilized house it was midnight and we were exhausted.
The next day we rose early, geared up and hit the slopes. We had four days of skiing in front of us. Something I promise to plan the next time around because it made for a very relaxing and leisurely trip. I can't tell you how many times I've taken over night ski trips where you practically break your legs trying to get as many runs in as possible before the 4pm shut down of the lifts.
That night at the house, we found Chris and Tom a co-worker and his partner at the house with full glasses of wine poured, the fire place lit and dinner ideas floating around. After an exchange about possibilities for dining out we did what any group of smart people that were snowed in should do and opted to stay in and cook. The night was memorable for Christine and I getting to know people we barely knew and sharing stories about how Chris and Tom met, we gossiped about colleagues, and other humorous tales that shall left to be untold. The next night the rest of our crew would be arriving but we didn't care... we stayed up late and made the most of our time in a spacious place away from the city.
Day number two and we didn't let all of the wine consumed the night before slow us down. After some eggs and bacon for breakfast we made it to the slopes by noon for a few hours of powder -- it had snowed through the night making for some really good ski conditions. Four hours later we were packing it in and heading to the grocery store 45 minutes away to stock the house for the new guests arriving that night and to get us the through the weekend.
Three hundred dollars later we had a cart full of what hopefully would be enough ingredients to construct a few delicious meals. This is Christine's area of expertise as you've already read in a prior post, I'm just learning my way around the kitchen. And after de-loading everything into the kitchen cabinets and fridge we plotted out out the warm meal that would be perfectly timed for the arrival of our other co-workers and clients. To every one's pleasant surprised we managed to master stuffed Italian shells accompanied by a mozzarella and tomato salad. Candles were lit, the fire place was in full affect and wine was overflowing our glasses.
There's really something special about a home-cooked meal and a house full of strangers. I'll let Martha Stewart say it best..."I reflected on why I love to entertain and at our last dinner party, I gazed around the room and saw guests talking and listening intently to one another and savoring the meal. The room was beautiful in the candlelight, tulips drooping elegantly on the mantel, wine glasses and silverware sparkling on the table - it delighted me. Entertaining is my sport. I love the preparation, the anticipation, the dressing up, the nervousness when guests arrive, and the enjoyment of introducing people who do not know each other, imagining unexpected connections and new friendships." All the more reason and motivation to spend more of life living like this if you ask me. Away from the hectic sidewalks, honking horns and loud alarms.
The next few days, we skied more, celebrated our lives in general and spent a day snowmobiling, now one of my all-time favorite outdoor activities. If you haven't done it and you enjoy the adventurous side of life then I highly recommend giving it a whirl during your next winter get-a-way. It will be an activity that you will not forget. Promise.
Cheers to the fresh air, the trees, getting stuck in new places, outdoor activities, our strong legs, helping hands, strangers, new friendships, pre-chopped firewood, and the ability to break away from our routine lives.
Singing Off Snowed In,
Renee Brennan
The Middle Place.
Here's another book to remember - "The Middle Place" by Kelly Corrigan. A woman who knows all to well that "family is everything" and learns the meaning of life through experiences I wish on no one. Before I pass this book along to a friend, as I do with most every book I read I wanted to capture of few of my favorites snipets from the brave cancer survivor that I loved most:
On the night before her first chemo treatment -- "We've gone through two bottles of of wine already but I notice my dad open another red without even asking if anyone wants more. It occurs to me that this sort of thing may be what alcohol is for -- dulling, soothing consolation." Amen sister!
"A good visit with your parents can make you want to move home." Well...I wouldn't go that far but I surely understand where she was coming from when she said it.
"I shrug my shoulders and stopped talking. My therapy-loving friend once told me if something really bugs you about someone else, it's probably the very thing you most despise about yourself." Ain't that the damn truth!
Finding little snippets from other people's lives and sharing them is what we all should live for. If it makes you think. Makes you smile. Or even goes as far as making you laugh out loud when you're alone it's worth remembering.
Signing Off Relating to Kelly,
Renee Brennan
On the night before her first chemo treatment -- "We've gone through two bottles of of wine already but I notice my dad open another red without even asking if anyone wants more. It occurs to me that this sort of thing may be what alcohol is for -- dulling, soothing consolation." Amen sister!
"A good visit with your parents can make you want to move home." Well...I wouldn't go that far but I surely understand where she was coming from when she said it.
"I shrug my shoulders and stopped talking. My therapy-loving friend once told me if something really bugs you about someone else, it's probably the very thing you most despise about yourself." Ain't that the damn truth!
Finding little snippets from other people's lives and sharing them is what we all should live for. If it makes you think. Makes you smile. Or even goes as far as making you laugh out loud when you're alone it's worth remembering.
Signing Off Relating to Kelly,
Renee Brennan
I Want it All Back.
I want it all back...
I've had this overwhelming feeling of wanting to go back to my childhood and get stuck there.
Do you remember the long summer days of running barefoot, stopping only because you were hungry, needing another sip of lemonade or getting a scratch that needed bandaging? Those are the days I miss most. We didn't possess egos, even know what tomorrow was or have the slightest inkling as to what happened yesterday. They say that the only time you actually learn how to live in "the now" is when you have children. I disagree - if you can remember to way back when, when we were children ourselves we had that very same ability, to just live, breathe and be.
Nothing else mattered.
I want that back. I want the creeks running with high waters, the early curfew that I fussed about every night, the forced foods, chores that I despise, a sandbox in my backyard, the swing set that I fell off of every other day, the trampoline I couldn't bounce high enough on, the best friends I didn't know would turn up to be distant acquaintances, the swimming pool, popsicles, watermelon, themed birthday parties, soda pop, freshly cut lawns, boys shooting hoops in my drive way, bike rides, scars, scratches, scrapes, my sister 24/7, my brother beating me up.
I want it all back.
Signing off Nostalgic,
Renee Brennan
I've had this overwhelming feeling of wanting to go back to my childhood and get stuck there.
Do you remember the long summer days of running barefoot, stopping only because you were hungry, needing another sip of lemonade or getting a scratch that needed bandaging? Those are the days I miss most. We didn't possess egos, even know what tomorrow was or have the slightest inkling as to what happened yesterday. They say that the only time you actually learn how to live in "the now" is when you have children. I disagree - if you can remember to way back when, when we were children ourselves we had that very same ability, to just live, breathe and be.
Nothing else mattered.
I want that back. I want the creeks running with high waters, the early curfew that I fussed about every night, the forced foods, chores that I despise, a sandbox in my backyard, the swing set that I fell off of every other day, the trampoline I couldn't bounce high enough on, the best friends I didn't know would turn up to be distant acquaintances, the swimming pool, popsicles, watermelon, themed birthday parties, soda pop, freshly cut lawns, boys shooting hoops in my drive way, bike rides, scars, scratches, scrapes, my sister 24/7, my brother beating me up.
I want it all back.
Signing off Nostalgic,
Renee Brennan
Resolutions. Never Too Late.
I know it's technically past the beginning of the New Year and I'm a little late to the game but who says you can't create resolutions any time you feel moved to declare your new state of mind? Let's make life a little more interesting by choosing not to follow all of the rules.
Here they are. They are short, simple and to the point.
One. Cook more.
Two. Go green.
Three. Be dependable.
Yep, that's it. You might ask, well, why?
To shed a little color around these "resolutions" that I've created for myself in this new year and for what it's worth, a new decade I thought to myself, be concise. Make them achievable. And don't make them about health, money or career. After all, there is more to life than that, right?
Cooking. It's about my aspiration to be more than I already am. To be a provider. To create. To learn and to share. I want to be good in the kitchen. For now, for myself. But for later, for others. I think about it more often than not. Being a good wife and being a good mom. I am neither in my current state but one day I hope to be both. Cooking to me is a way to learn, to experiment, to socialize, to relax, to meditate and to create. So far this year I've found it to be one of the most rewarding and enjoyable additions into my life. So there. I want to cook. more.
Going green. Sort of cliche in this worldly state. But I admit, I think about this a lot. About the little things that I can do to make a difference. Even if they are small, I aspire to do good. To make this world a better place. I don't practice medicine, teach and I definitley don't love nearly as much as I should but the one thing I can do is drink my daily coffee out of a glass mug and forgo the paper and plastic. We all have our places in life and for me, this is simple. I have vowed to no longer us plastic at work, ever. I will eat my oatmeal from a glass bowl, refill my glass mug with coffee or tea and use my reusable plastic Starbucks cup to sip water from. That's my definition of going green. I'll think of even more meaningful ways to do better things over time. But for today, this is my simple attempt at being a better person.
Depend. It's something we all wish we could do on our friends, family and loved ones. I have a strong belief that living in New York that we automatically become less dependable. We are the queen and kings of canceling plans and always being on the lookout for a better option to come along. So for my new year I want to be one thing to all people. Whether it's a co-worker, friend, lover or family member. I want anyone that knows me to know that they can depend on me. No. matter. what. The goal here is simple. Under-promise and over-deliver. Duh. I can do this. Being dependable is one of the strongest qualities that I think any human can posses in our world today and this is what I strive to be.... dependable. Note to myself: When you say you're going to do something, do it. When you promise to bring something, bring it. When you tell someone something you say you mean, mean it. When you borrow something, return it. When you don't know how to do it, ask. When you know it better than someone else, help. When you tell someone you'll be there, be on time.
Signing off a better person,
Renee Brennan
Here they are. They are short, simple and to the point.
One. Cook more.
Two. Go green.
Three. Be dependable.
Yep, that's it. You might ask, well, why?
To shed a little color around these "resolutions" that I've created for myself in this new year and for what it's worth, a new decade I thought to myself, be concise. Make them achievable. And don't make them about health, money or career. After all, there is more to life than that, right?
Cooking. It's about my aspiration to be more than I already am. To be a provider. To create. To learn and to share. I want to be good in the kitchen. For now, for myself. But for later, for others. I think about it more often than not. Being a good wife and being a good mom. I am neither in my current state but one day I hope to be both. Cooking to me is a way to learn, to experiment, to socialize, to relax, to meditate and to create. So far this year I've found it to be one of the most rewarding and enjoyable additions into my life. So there. I want to cook. more.
Going green. Sort of cliche in this worldly state. But I admit, I think about this a lot. About the little things that I can do to make a difference. Even if they are small, I aspire to do good. To make this world a better place. I don't practice medicine, teach and I definitley don't love nearly as much as I should but the one thing I can do is drink my daily coffee out of a glass mug and forgo the paper and plastic. We all have our places in life and for me, this is simple. I have vowed to no longer us plastic at work, ever. I will eat my oatmeal from a glass bowl, refill my glass mug with coffee or tea and use my reusable plastic Starbucks cup to sip water from. That's my definition of going green. I'll think of even more meaningful ways to do better things over time. But for today, this is my simple attempt at being a better person.
Depend. It's something we all wish we could do on our friends, family and loved ones. I have a strong belief that living in New York that we automatically become less dependable. We are the queen and kings of canceling plans and always being on the lookout for a better option to come along. So for my new year I want to be one thing to all people. Whether it's a co-worker, friend, lover or family member. I want anyone that knows me to know that they can depend on me. No. matter. what. The goal here is simple. Under-promise and over-deliver. Duh. I can do this. Being dependable is one of the strongest qualities that I think any human can posses in our world today and this is what I strive to be.... dependable. Note to myself: When you say you're going to do something, do it. When you promise to bring something, bring it. When you tell someone something you say you mean, mean it. When you borrow something, return it. When you don't know how to do it, ask. When you know it better than someone else, help. When you tell someone you'll be there, be on time.
Signing off a better person,
Renee Brennan
Skinny Fat.
Question of the day...Are you skinny fat?
One of my best girlfriends, Kelly, that you'll be hearing a lot about in this blog is 29 years old, married and just had her first baby. A beautiful girl named Chloe Marion. You see, Kelly is one of the many of us out there that have children or will eventually have children and battle this thing that she so elegantly refers to as being "skinny fat".
Before Kelly had her daughter she was in pretty good shape. She's 5'6" and weighed about 115 pounds (if you're rolling your eyes you should know I am too just writing this because I will never weigh anywhere near that). She hit the gym a few times a week, took yoga from time to time and indulged in her favorite weekend ritual with her husband, Dave... walks in Central Park. Not to mention she is a New Yorker if you haven't already figured that out so all things considered, I would label her as an active human being.
Kelly had very smooth pregnancy, still trying to cram the ocassional workout in from time to time as her belly grew and as she searched for the balance of becoming a mother and managing her demanding professional career in advertising sales. She was that girl that everyone raved about with her long strawberry blonde hair, fun but conservative fashion sense and her lovable personality.
After Chloe was born, Kelly did what anyone could have predicted. She poured her heart into her daughter and became super mommy still working full time and going home every evening to squeeze in as much time with her daughter before bedtime. Working out quickly became a thing of the past and for the first six months wasn't something she even thought much about.
Kelly chose to breast feed and as a result her baby weight fell off faster than the weight I try to loose after I go on a vacation where I indulge on margaritas, cheese dip, dessert and lattes every day. I'm not kidding, it was like someone snapped there fingers and did a magic trick on her belly --- weight be gone!
So as you can imagine Kelly looks good on the outside and receives compliment after compliment about how amazing she looks after having her first child. But what everyone doesn't know is that she's recently started complaining to me about her posture, her lack of energy and how she feels like she's in a constant slump.
We've decided together that she will take baby steps to change this. Priority number one is being a good mom and that doesn't have to change. Priority number two isn't curretly but should be her health. And priority number three is her career. Sometimes it's so easy to get these things mixed up. So she's going to start focusing on things that she can cut out or small changes she can make in her schedule to fit in a few workouts during the week. We've decided togehter this doesn't have to be dramatic, depressing or something she dreads. Some of the ideas we came up where early morning workouts. I even offered to get my lazy butt out of bed to meet her for walks in the park. Potentially working out at lunch is a good option or after Chloe is in bed at night.
It won't be easy but taking it one step at a time and not beating herself up if she doesn't fit in physical activity one day will lead to a better outlook on life. She'll find herself with more energy which in turn will affect everyone around her, including Chloe.
I'd love to hear your stories on how you managed to avoid becoming skinny fat. With or without baby. We can all learn from each other on this one!
Signing off Almost Skinny,
Renee Brennan
One of my best girlfriends, Kelly, that you'll be hearing a lot about in this blog is 29 years old, married and just had her first baby. A beautiful girl named Chloe Marion. You see, Kelly is one of the many of us out there that have children or will eventually have children and battle this thing that she so elegantly refers to as being "skinny fat".
Before Kelly had her daughter she was in pretty good shape. She's 5'6" and weighed about 115 pounds (if you're rolling your eyes you should know I am too just writing this because I will never weigh anywhere near that). She hit the gym a few times a week, took yoga from time to time and indulged in her favorite weekend ritual with her husband, Dave... walks in Central Park. Not to mention she is a New Yorker if you haven't already figured that out so all things considered, I would label her as an active human being.
Kelly had very smooth pregnancy, still trying to cram the ocassional workout in from time to time as her belly grew and as she searched for the balance of becoming a mother and managing her demanding professional career in advertising sales. She was that girl that everyone raved about with her long strawberry blonde hair, fun but conservative fashion sense and her lovable personality.
After Chloe was born, Kelly did what anyone could have predicted. She poured her heart into her daughter and became super mommy still working full time and going home every evening to squeeze in as much time with her daughter before bedtime. Working out quickly became a thing of the past and for the first six months wasn't something she even thought much about.
Kelly chose to breast feed and as a result her baby weight fell off faster than the weight I try to loose after I go on a vacation where I indulge on margaritas, cheese dip, dessert and lattes every day. I'm not kidding, it was like someone snapped there fingers and did a magic trick on her belly --- weight be gone!
So as you can imagine Kelly looks good on the outside and receives compliment after compliment about how amazing she looks after having her first child. But what everyone doesn't know is that she's recently started complaining to me about her posture, her lack of energy and how she feels like she's in a constant slump.
We've decided together that she will take baby steps to change this. Priority number one is being a good mom and that doesn't have to change. Priority number two isn't curretly but should be her health. And priority number three is her career. Sometimes it's so easy to get these things mixed up. So she's going to start focusing on things that she can cut out or small changes she can make in her schedule to fit in a few workouts during the week. We've decided togehter this doesn't have to be dramatic, depressing or something she dreads. Some of the ideas we came up where early morning workouts. I even offered to get my lazy butt out of bed to meet her for walks in the park. Potentially working out at lunch is a good option or after Chloe is in bed at night.
It won't be easy but taking it one step at a time and not beating herself up if she doesn't fit in physical activity one day will lead to a better outlook on life. She'll find herself with more energy which in turn will affect everyone around her, including Chloe.
I'd love to hear your stories on how you managed to avoid becoming skinny fat. With or without baby. We can all learn from each other on this one!
Signing off Almost Skinny,
Renee Brennan
Hello Happy.
Hello there.
By way of proper digital introductions I felt it was quite necessary to take time to provide you with a little insight into why this blog exists and why it's titled Hello Happy.
Over the course of the next couple of months, you and I will get to know each other much better. We'll start with today and look forward, in the similar fashion in which I live my life but I promise to give you flashbacks into my past experiences that have helped shape my outlook on things and the way that I choose to live everyday.
Here's a fair warning...I tend to "dumb things down" a bit so please know that this is never directed towards you, my beloved, hopefully soon-to-be addicted reader but more for my sake in truly digesting the outside world and spitting it out in the unique, candid, outspoken fashion that I'm truly known for. It also has to do with the fact that I'm from West Virginia and I swear on everything I never received a proper eduction but somehow, someway found a way to make it to where I am today.
My hope is that what you will read will provide you with a refreshing sense of what finding happiness really means. That it will motivate you to be motivated even when life appears to be un-motivational. That you will laugh. Laughter after all is the key to flat abs, a lighter step and old age. And as much as you won't want to you will cry. We will face reality together and we'll help each other make it through the rough spots -- because there will be plenty.
I will share with you things that I hope will provoke change, thought, ideas, and creativity. All intangible possessions that we all seek even when we aren't aware what we are looking for. Sometimes I will babble about things that on the surface don't seem to possess any real meaning and some of you will relate while some of you wonder why you keep reading this blog.
So getting to the point (something I have a difficult doing) of why I titled this blog Hello Happy. There was a book that a very good friend of mine gave me several years ago called "The Art of Happiness" with the Dalai Lama. My guess is, that several of you have read it. And if you haven't, no matter what religion you are, I believe it's worth a read. It was one of the books that has helped shaped my life, along with several others that I'll share along the way.
Every day we wake up. Sometimes ready to roll and sometimes ready to crawl back under the covers. At the end of each day though, the one thing that we all have in common is that we're all seeking happiness in some form or another. I'm not going to get deep on you yet, but happiness is our virtue. And the stories that I will share with you promise to provide a hand in taking a step closer to that small nugget of hope that when we look in the mirror each day that we can see ourselves and smile back at the person looking at us.
So, here we go! Let's say hello to happy.
Signing Off Happy,
Renee Brennan
By way of proper digital introductions I felt it was quite necessary to take time to provide you with a little insight into why this blog exists and why it's titled Hello Happy.
Over the course of the next couple of months, you and I will get to know each other much better. We'll start with today and look forward, in the similar fashion in which I live my life but I promise to give you flashbacks into my past experiences that have helped shape my outlook on things and the way that I choose to live everyday.
Here's a fair warning...I tend to "dumb things down" a bit so please know that this is never directed towards you, my beloved, hopefully soon-to-be addicted reader but more for my sake in truly digesting the outside world and spitting it out in the unique, candid, outspoken fashion that I'm truly known for. It also has to do with the fact that I'm from West Virginia and I swear on everything I never received a proper eduction but somehow, someway found a way to make it to where I am today.
My hope is that what you will read will provide you with a refreshing sense of what finding happiness really means. That it will motivate you to be motivated even when life appears to be un-motivational. That you will laugh. Laughter after all is the key to flat abs, a lighter step and old age. And as much as you won't want to you will cry. We will face reality together and we'll help each other make it through the rough spots -- because there will be plenty.
I will share with you things that I hope will provoke change, thought, ideas, and creativity. All intangible possessions that we all seek even when we aren't aware what we are looking for. Sometimes I will babble about things that on the surface don't seem to possess any real meaning and some of you will relate while some of you wonder why you keep reading this blog.
So getting to the point (something I have a difficult doing) of why I titled this blog Hello Happy. There was a book that a very good friend of mine gave me several years ago called "The Art of Happiness" with the Dalai Lama. My guess is, that several of you have read it. And if you haven't, no matter what religion you are, I believe it's worth a read. It was one of the books that has helped shaped my life, along with several others that I'll share along the way.
Every day we wake up. Sometimes ready to roll and sometimes ready to crawl back under the covers. At the end of each day though, the one thing that we all have in common is that we're all seeking happiness in some form or another. I'm not going to get deep on you yet, but happiness is our virtue. And the stories that I will share with you promise to provide a hand in taking a step closer to that small nugget of hope that when we look in the mirror each day that we can see ourselves and smile back at the person looking at us.
So, here we go! Let's say hello to happy.
Signing Off Happy,
Renee Brennan
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